<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Promises Unkept for friend Chad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The back streets of the city hide<br> a multitude of untold tales<br>The mean streets where the stench abides<br>of rancid dreams left to decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far different from the countryside<br> the green hills and the pleasant vales.<br>Where simple country folk reside.<br>Fresh dreams emerging every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city street may well decide<br> which man succeeds and which man fails.<br>The ebbing flowing surging tides<br> of little men who have no say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fathers try to hide<br>(but their efforts are bound to fail.) <br>the city’s seamy underside.<br>Where petty criminals hold sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some folks escape by suicide <br>and others fill the city’s jail.<br>There’s poverty on every side.<br>It seems the problems here to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here ideologies collide<br> But more is said than’s ever done.<br>The city has no cause for pride.<br>We’ve little choice but wait and pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The city fathers say they’ve tried<br>but I beg leave to doubt their word.<br>I’m totally unsatisfied<br>There’s jam tomorrow none today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17/08/2009<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414445" data-title="Promises Unkept for friend Chad de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="The back streets of the city hide a multitude of untold tales The mean streets where the stench abides of rancid dreams left to decay. Far different from the countryside the green hills and the pleasant vales. Where simple country folk reside. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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