Manhattan Serenade

The pulse of a great metropolis
Is reverberating through
The canyons of Manhattan
In a thousand subtle shades,
Rustling, bustling
With the rhythm of the city,
Passing through
The delicious interlude
Between birth and death, called life,
Orbits circumscribed
In that historical realm
Where O. Henry once wrote
And Cyrus Field spun dreams
To shrink the world
And bring people
Closer to each other
Or old man Baruch
Had his alma mater
Named after him,
Where lovers hold hands
In Gramercy Park
And a million dreams are born
And die - every day...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz