CITY ON THE HILL

 

A city on the hill,

Most people called it a town.

It still glittered,

But the gold was gone.

People still live out their lives.

School chums, family, work.

Day after day, their dreams

A pay check away.

Not much changed,

A hope here and there,

Most gone away.

Always the sound

Of distant trains

That could take you

A paycheck away.