I miss the taxis
I miss the fun
I miss the city
When I was young.
It’s been so long now
It’s been awhile.
I still remember
It makes me smile.
The smell of coffee
The bakery rolls
The people passing
I miss the cold.
The corner stores
The pizza pies
The ethnic smells
The clouded skies
The crowded subways
The busy streets
The cop that walks
The same old beat.
Central Park
The Broadway Shows
Hidden treasures
So few know.
I was privileged
To live there
I was happy
Without a care.
The hustle bustle
All of the sounds
It was the best
The best of towns.
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lovenlosses 
I lived in Staten Island from 1960-1966. Graduated from New Dorp HS and Wagner College then 4 years in the Air Force in Minot, ND. Loved the city then, not any more though.
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Yes, a lot has changed. I was there in the 1980′ & 90’s. Thanks for your comments. I appreciate you reading my poetry. 🙂
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i feel the same way.. nice post
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i feel the same…nice pist
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I meant to say post LOL
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Thanks, Randi!!!! I appreciate you reading my posts and commenting! 🙂
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This is awesome ♥
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Thank you so much! Glad that you liked it! 🙂
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