By Margaret Lafferty Summer Youth Writing Academy Grade 8 Cathedral School, Allentown, PA Morning, It is a cold, rainy day, Old snow packed up Against street corners, The sun crawls its way up into the sky.
People crowd the sidewalks, Making their way to work, Depending on their job, To live.
Men at a factory, Transporting products, Endless, Doing the same thing, Over again, To provide others with Goods that they need To live. But all the same, They know they're there. In the company of each other They cry. Later in the evening, Bars are filling up, While depression fills the air. In a corner, Isolated from the rest of the world, Counting on that one cigarette, Hoping it will clear his mind, While all it does is clog his heart.