The Urban Philosophers
Reflection
In the city's quiet corners, they gather round,
Miniature men, lost in thought, their faces down.
Their coats, a testament to the urban chill,
As they ponder life, their stories unfulfilled.
Their hands, a blur of motion, as if in flight,
Their eyes, a window to the soul, shining bright.
The wall, a barrier, a boundary they adore,
A place to rest, to think, to be alone once more.
Their world, a miniature, a reflection of our own,
A tale of contemplation, of life unshown.
In this small scene, we see ourselves reflected,
A moment's peace, in the city's hectic respect.
Their stories, untold, their dreams, unspoken,
A glimpse into the lives, of those unbroken.
The urban philosophers, lost in thought,
A symbol of our own, introspective brought.