6 Train Philosophy

As my cloudy day begins,
I am greeted by frowns so grim.
My own smile itself begins to wane, because
People on the 6 displaying sorrow and blind pain.
As I look upon their faces
I see quarrel and frustration,
Not a smile nor a peep,
just echoes of iPod Shuffles speak.

A melancholy visage switches
from train carts as if instinctive;
He begs for money for nutrition,
A pungent smell oozes from his britches.
Empty faces stare appalled,
that he would bother them at all.
People put their noses to their collars,
No one dares to give a dollar.

But I can't help but crack a smile in the midst of all this, while
I know something that they don't,
See the beauty that they won't
even give the time of day
to admire or appreciate.

I know many ugly truths,
have been exposed to them since youth.
Know that money rules the masses.
Of the hypocracy at masses.
That love and hate can hurt the same.
Living in the past you must refrain.
That what you love you must set free.
And that many won't believe for me.

But with all this in my mind,
I just chill and just unwind.
Life surprises to us brings,
From time to time we all see things.
And these things will be of both:
Of the Happy and Pejorative scope.

And with death we'll all elope,
via heartbreak, accident, murder or a stroke.

But why focus on the fall,
when the rise itself was worth it all?

So I'll just kick back and relax,
and enjoy this proverbial rollercoaster ride.
Or in my case, the 6 train via the East Side.
I won't say live each day like your last,
instead live each day and be grateful that you have.

For when I stop living and enjoying life-
that's the day I truly would have died.