People
Walking, sitting, talking everywhere
People standing please don't stare,
Running, jogging around the park
Please don't go there after dark.
Screaming, yelling, children shout
Mother's queueing at the check out,
Singing, dancing, laughing, crying
Babies born, people dying.
Talking on the mobile phone
Sat at home all alone,
Settling in the old armchair
I'm sure I should be elsewhere.
Daylight now is growing dim
Chance of visitor now slim,
Locking up for the night
Waiting for tomorrows daylight.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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