EUREKA TOWER POEMS

Even in the Dead of Night:
The lights they twinkle, like stars they shine
To show us our way, even in the dead of night
But in the shadows, these artists roam
Not allowed, but inspirational though
They dip in and out of lights, cars and lamps
That never leave them, even in the dead of night.

A Chance at Life:
In the day the city bustles, of workers, buskers and families
But as night falls they all head home
As the lights flicker on, the night owls come out
And don’t leave until the early hours of the morn’
Only few are in the city, through night and day
The homeless have no choice, no where to stay
They snuggle in the nooks and crannies, hiding form the cold
Nothing to eat, most of them old
They beg through the day, and hide through the night
Maybe tomorrow, they’ll get a chance at life.

Truely Magical:
The sun goes down, and the lights turn on
The families go home, and the night owls come out
From up high, the city looks mystic, magical
But as you wander through, you see it from a different point of view
The party animals roam, laughing and screeching
The devious sneak around, in and out of shadows
The artists in the alleys and the homeless in the corners
It is lonely and spooky, yet bright and exciting
This is what truely makes it magical