In the Alleys of Life

I

n the alleys of life

There you'll find

Recurrent banging of doors

Sluggish dragging of slimy feet

Screams of yesteryears

Aromas of unripe tomorrows

And appeals for brighter days

I

n the alleys of life

There you'll find

The surplus of yesterday's meal

Poured into one large cistern

Accompanied by the woes of ailing inhabitants

Vented upon their rulers,

And the repetitive cheers

Of the unworried tongue bearers

I

n the alleys of life

There you'll find

The struggle for survival

Sweat tippling down their ridges

And pleas of the tired merchants

For someone to send them home

I

n the alleys of life

There you'll find

Soon to come from their sojourn

A widely costumed bunch of people

In a unique resting place

Devoid of the unfinished speeches

And the uncovered meals

I

n the alleys of life

There you'll find

All and sundry say in unison

To the grateful listener

 “Rejoice, for we are at the threshold

 Waiting on the fringe of the whistle

 So we all in one accord

 Can go backstage and undress.”