Walking down the street

You ever walk down the street,

and find it empty?

The sidewalks barren,

with no one,

nothing in sight.

The lights are dim,

as if knowing 

today is nothing special.

Ever walk down the streets,

and find it not empty.

The sidewalks full,

people clustering,

walking about,

to their destination?

The lights bright,

as if knowing,

it can be useful,

and today is special.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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