It Is Never Quiet in a City

It is never quiet in a city
Though you may tink the lights are pretty
The city is harsh and cold
It is where one grows old
There's always the sound of people walking
And that of people talking.
The buses screaching to a stop
With the electric lines wavering on the top
The cars that travel in the night
On the expressways flooded with light
The trucks that travel down main street
The professional walkers on thier feet
The cement sidewalks along the way
There is no grass or trees today
Iin the city there is no fame
Just a lot of noise and a lot of shame
It is never quiet in the city
Though you may think the lights are pretty
The city is simply harsh and cold
It is where one certainly willl grow old.