Rain on Windows, pounding

Rain on windows, pounding
The busy city, stalled
Merciless winds, howling
Traffic slowed down to a halt

I watch tired people passing
as life passes them by
They see not chance arising
nor scuffed up pigeons fly

They barely escape death,
but not on their accord
Walk quietly through lives
that they can not afford

We all come out of nothing
And that is where we end
And all that does define us
Is how the mid we spend

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