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 queuing at the check out,
Singing, dancing, laughing, crying
Babies born, people dying.
Daylight now is growing dim
Chance of visitor now slim
Settling in the old armchair
I’m sure, I should be elsewhere.
Talking on the mobile phone
Sat at home all alone,
Locking up for the night
Waiting, for tomorrows daylight
Hazel
Wed 22nd Jun 2011 23:41
Thank you Banksy.