Beyond Reason
Two trained legs
A pen or two
A subway fare
And a broken
Pair of pointed old broken shoes...
Is all the wealth
I have in New York City...
Sixty-nine blocks
I had to walk,
Without a coin
In my pocket...
I sympathize
With beggars now,
Not that I think
We're all trying
To reach a standard...
Kept as an ideal,
That one's value
To win or lose,
Beyond comfort
Or compromise...
What noble cause,
Stirring the soul
To sacrifice
An easy life
For a higher role:
Essence...!
But the need to prove,
Oneself outside,
Of existence...
Itself, a truth
Beyond reason...
Nevertheless, I survived...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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