On moving into Ridgewood

They work hard and walk harder,
Sometimes they run, their dogs too.
Twice daily morning and evening.
I see them daily.
After they get off the elevator
down from their multistoried civilised apartments.
Their degree of civilised -ness certified by the trail
of strong perfume left behind in the elevator.
Their civilised existence at times, however punctured
by loud alcohol infused profanities past midnight.
Multistoried complexes hiding multilayered complexities.
Their dogs are civilsed too, they do not bark or poop
in the perfectly manicured children's park or on well laid asphalt roads.
Children's park, where only old men practice pranayam in the morning
and old women discuss their daughter in laws in the evenings.
Children what children?

A general quota, well meaning doctor
once pointed at my high cholesterol, sugar and some such levels
and quipped that i was running towards death.
I humbly ask, they who work hard and walk harder,
Sometimes they run, their dogs too,
twice daily morning and evening,
who stay in multistoried civilised apartments
are they running towards life?