The Beaten City Lane


In between two trodden streets,
lies the beaten city lane.
Its cobblestone pathway is seldom worn,
with not one of its steps being quite the same.
One would likely miss it,
passing by, as many do;
but if they were to stop, they'd walk on,
finding it neither straight nor true.
Those who used to walk its stone
have almost all passed on.
Now, any who step foot on its path
are sure they must have went wrong.
Between the walls of this unused lane
are kept the secrets of the few...
those who were small in number
yearned for a different, long way through.
But with each decade which goes on-
the world changing around the lane-
fewer and fewer feet trod trough,
and still, not one of its steps remain the same.

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