New York Inspiration

I see people everyday in New York.

Each and everyone one of them has a story.

Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.

Construction workers drilling away.

Cross guards whistling away.

Journalists typing away.

Police officers standing watch.

Then I see little kids sitting in their seats on the train.

I wonder if the people working around them inspire them.

I wonder if me being a student inspires them to stay in school.

Like they said, dream big in a concrete jungle.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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