Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients forever - transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their lares et penates in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree. (O. Henry)
12 Avril 2023
Just live, love, dance and enjoy your drink!
Day and night I was looking for a rime
But my poem isn’t even worth a dime
Being with my friends what a pleasure!
Their smiles and laughs are my treasure
Yesterday good musicians made us dance
The drum’s rhythm drove me into a trance
After music, dance and drum percussion
Came the time for a very deep discussion
What is God? It was the theme of the debate
Are there secret powers deciding of our fate?
But do we actually need to worry and think?
Just live, love, dance and enjoy your drink…
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