h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Aug 29, 2010
Blunted
I journeyed with others on a bus today,
Paid a sufficient price
And sat in a prime seat towards the front,
To my left, a large picture window.
The coping people are all here.
Comfortably unconscious and uncomplicated.
Carrying their empty shopping bags;
Their shopping lists and bus tickets
Tucked safely in an easy to get to pocket.
Mostly, they are ladies
Of a certain age who now
Know enough to get along.
The exact time the bus should depart,
The cost of the fare to the nearest penny.
How to be careful.
They've perfected the art of hiding
A need or two.
They know to devise
A straightforward route
That demands no elbow room.
Keeps others away,
And still we call this living.
And look here I am too, blunted.
Learning all I can from these people,
Swimming the same slow stroke,
Keeping control,
Fighting the suction.
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