Graffiti upon the walls,
inspirational messages
to boost up passers-by
on the side walk,
their backs bent just a little,
hunched with burdens,
and sweat which drips
down the brows, disgustingly
and dangerously close
to dribbling down the chins...
not one amongst those pay
a second glance to the other,
each caught up in their own
cycle of life, their legs fatigued,
to the point of collapsing,
and there...near the end
of the pavement, a man holds
his guitar steady, singing
at the top of his lungs, an equally
inspirationally gross song
to lift up the spirits
of weary individuals.
