July 26, 2024 10:54 pm
In the city that never sleeps,
Time is a rhythm that always keeps,
A pace that’s fast and never slows,
A beat that only New York knows.
From Wall Street to Central Park,
Time ticks away like a steady march,
The hustle and bustle never ends,
As New Yorkers race to make amends.
The morning rush hour starts the day,
As commuters hurry on their way,
The clock ticks on, the minutes fly,
As New Yorkers never say die.
The afternoon brings a slower pace,
As lunchtime crowds begin to grace,
The city’s streets with their presence,
And time becomes a welcome essence.
The evening brings a vibrant scene,
As the city’s nightlife starts to gleam,
The clock ticks on, the hours pass,
As New Yorkers revel in the mass.
And in the wee hours of the night,
When the city’s lights shine bright,
Time seems to slow down just a bit,
As New Yorkers savor every bit.
For in the city that never sleeps,
Time is a rhythm that always keeps,
A pace that’s fast and never slows,
A beat that only New York knows.