WORDS OF THE LIVING

(CROWDS)

Brushing bodies
Packed pavements
Crowded lobbies
No one born with patience

Pushing and shoving
No end
To the crushing
Children separated from their friends
It seems the suffering; has no end

The words look too stuck together
As I focus on every letter
To distract me from; the crushing crowds
I keep my head; always bowed
Silent obedience
Though offering, no allegiance
To the people coming; to and fro
Why or where; I shall never know

I sit on the bench and write
Until the crowds pass; out of sight
With every new line I've penned
It seems the crowds; have no end