When a change in your surroundings
Makes
you mad or discontent,
You
might question if the houndings
Of
some friends did represent
Truths
that you were blind to seeing
For
your urban love runs deep,
So
much so that you hate being
Without
noise to help you sleep.
Yet
when former subway users
Get
that “lease a car now!” spark,
Their
new autos leave us losers
With
no place in which to park.
And
when bikers meet for riding,
Hogging
every single lane,
Central
Park is, you’re deciding,
For
pedestrians, a pain.
Though
the city still has magic
And
its praises yet are sung,
All
these changes feel quite tragic
To
New Yorkers not quite young.
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