Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Nearly Home

Commuters on the city train
Too close and ill at ease
Strain on aching weary joints
Not least the feet and knees

Settled sitting in your seat
You beat the rush hour wave
Shutting eyes and feigning sleep
Not let your conscience misbehave

A bellied body prods your head
You open eyes pretend surprise
Expectant gaze from gravid girl
Exerting pressure on your prize

My dear you plead with gravitas
From your seat you smartly hop
Allow me let you have my seat
She loudly say’s I’m off next stop

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