An Urban Getaway

The sparkling lights are attractive,

The excitement, the jubilee.

Is that what attracts you?

It sure does me.


So much mystery lies under each striped tent.

The food, the fantasy, the crowds, and the clowns

Lure in the children

To spend every pound.


It seems to be the perfect escape

From the gloom and sorrow of the city—

A bright glimmer of hope,

A last chance to leave the pity.


Although the crowds never seem to cease,

A ride on the swings could be just the right release.

With windblown hair and the blurred lines of land

Even a full-grown man can find his innocence again.


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