REFLECTIONS

My first visit to Manhattan 
Some time in nineteen seventy seven 
Coming from a third world country 
Where people and animals share the streets 
Poverty rains many massages the streets 
With their bare feet 
In Manhattan 
I saw the city lights 
The busy streets 
Displays of suits I can only wear 
With my eyes 
So overpriced it makes a poor man sigh
Buildings so tall 
I felt ants small 
Leaning back trying to count the flights 
Even the stars in the nights sky
Was hidden by the florescence lights 
That shined so bright 
Then to my surprise 
Naked pictures caught my eyes 
Decorating store front 
I never knew freedom could be so blunt 
With my mouth wide open 
And eyes transfixed 
My mind could not conceived 
This reality 
And there it began 
My life in America 
My new home in this strange land..
By 
Wilford Barker.