| Ed Galing's chapbook of poems of home, growing up poor in New York and South Philly, finding himself among the disparate and desolate streetfolk of the Depression, life in his city where he would hobnob among the friends he knew and the kindness of strangers in a desperate time. These poems of a poor youth are mirrored with later poems of old age, watching friends die around you, watching the beautiful become aged and wasted, knowing your place among the comfort of friends, while still trusting and relying on the kindness of strangers. The words are sad, possibly wanting things to be the same as they were in youthful days, while still retrieving that slightest shred of hope that something grand will come of something new, the glories of yesteryear meeting with the uncertainties of today and tomorrow.
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