BRYANT PARK

Child newborn
Welcome to this place
Of paths well worn
By a perpetual pace
One grain of sand
On a beach of endless space

Remember one measure
Keep it quite plain
That joy is a pleasure
And sorrow is pain

See the street traffic
Hear the motor sound
See the faces tragic
Walking all around
Try to do what pleases you
Despite the concrete ground

Sleep and eat
Live and grow
In search of a mind’s retreat
In search of something to know