People running on their phones
grabbing coffees on the go
Early morning rush hour traffic
Pent up faces looking frantic
Smoking E cigs billow out
Driver anger all about.
Stall awhile. Take a breath.
Worry not yourself to death
Will the world come to an end
If we stop to meet a friend.
They pass me. heads bowed low.
Shuffle along. no place to go.
Looking out for scattered coins
For them no salmon or sirloins.
A lonely life they now must spend
Can we even comprehend
From our cosy warm abode
Pass them by, cross the road.
Stop a moment. Have a think.
Are we all not on that brink
But for good fortune we could share
That cardboard box that’s lying there.
So take a minute stop a while
It doesn’t cost to chat and smile
For life’s too short to just ignore
Just like the people gone before.
Living life in a bubble world
Childhood dreams quickly unfurled
Chasing dreams or dreaming chases
Thinking of romantic places.
In the square of hope and plenty
Skipped and danced ’till we were empty
On the loose, running wild
How good it was to be a child.
Blown away on a gentle breeze
Remnants scattered out with ease
Cherished smiles on children’s faces
Furrowed frowns it now replaces.
Remembering when we were young
Trouble free and full of fun
Just because we’re old and grey
The memories don’t fade away.
The hidden people
( they pass me by, heads bowed low )
How quickly life it turns and churns
That sparkling ember quickly burns.
A furrowed frown upon your face
The twinkling smile it does replace.
While standing in still waters safe
A sudden wave your dreams embrace.
Life’s journey turned from joy to sorrow
Quickly dread a new tomorrow.
There are moments, make you smile
Little things make life worthwhile.
The laughter of the child within
A young boys happy, silly grin.
Life passes by without a care
Too busy for to troubles share.
Sounds of life keep rumbling by
To some it’s pie up in the sky.
Looking through the windows of your mind
Different visions you can truly find
Open up the lock of conscious thought
It can be content or fearful fraught.
It’s always good to air those pent up fears
To cry a little, shed a million tears
Rid yourself of demons deep inside
Let not anger swallow up with pride.
For life affects in many different ways
Fearful nights can change to bright new days
No matter how depressed you think you feel
There’s always hope, beneath your skin to peal.
The farmer ploughed his merry way
In famine fields that once were grey
Sweet scent of tilling, turning turf
By great Atlantic’s churning surf.
Like an arrow straight and pure
The robin and the thrush to lure
His mind on long forgotten faces
Dreaming of romantic places.
A meadow in the far-off hills
Where life seems golden silent still
Now Tempted by the easy life
Away from trouble toil and strife.
Why should we always want for more
When history tells us from before
That land and money will not send
The hand of friendship we extend.