October 13, 2022Poem
People walk the same street
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People walk the same street
In different directions
Look through windows from opposite sides
The back of the bus and not the front
The sun in their eyes,
Burning their necks.
Talking on phones
Reading a text
Listening to music
Expanding their minds
With a podcast from Uncle Ted
What happens after you’re dead,
Holding hands
Wishing they were.
Smoking a vape
Or eating a grape
Walking on air
Dragging their feet
Growling or smiling at whomever they meet.
Some roll and swagger
Whilst others might stagger
Blowhards, blaggards
Seekers of fame
Men with no name
Dressed for success
Looking a mess
Eating a pie
Living a lie.
On a treasure trail
Finding a golf sale
No matter who they are
If all they see
Is a man with a pole
They hit the same car
Fall down the same hole.