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The lowly street that I drove down With groceries from across the town, Delivering for little pay To someone at the dawn of day Was somewhat black and somewhat brown And somewhat white with winter's gown Thrown across a bridal frown. But still I thought it rather gay, The lowly street. "No Outlet," said a yellow noun, The verb implied and you could drown If you continued down that way To where the river has its say. And still I think this is my crown: The lowly street.
There's a theme of noticing all the little beautiful things building today. 💙
The poem tries to strike an optimistic note but it reflects the difficulties by pointing out bridge is out. The picture is almost black and white with a little color in places, enough color to give a little aspirational effect. It’s dreary enough to acknowledge the hard journey ahead. Just my two cents.