Re: Gumbud's poems
dawdling!
I sit upon the gray stone wall and watch all passersby
They come in all shades of size, and age and faces wry
They sometimes chatter to a friend, heads twisted and ahead
And others are in solitary pose shop windows turn their heads
The young are sometimes slim and fast a spring in every stride
Whilst others protrude their surplus fat and waddle down the aisle
I watch the sad and lonely with drawn out stares and sighs
And then the stooped oldies who seem to struggle to survive
The kids who chatter just non-stop and twist and grimace wild
I wonder why they shop at all they seldom seem to smile?
And then there are the lovers clutching hands and waists and bums
They’re in a different world you know and we just catch the crumbs!
But now the leash has tightened and I’m up upon my feet
With bags thrust into my hands I suddenly feel quite weak!
I’ve shared the ‘worlds’ of others just for a little while
And now I have to find a taxi and ask him for a ride!