The activity around me
The works
The offices
The traffic
Feels like death
A slow plod
Of monotony
Boredom
Numbness
Leading to the grave
For years I’ve sat
Here in this garden
Listening
The voices change
The fashions move
But it’s all the same
Holidays
Football
Money troubles
The same
The same
The same
Sirens hoot
Every day
Heart attack
Fire
Stroke
Always those
Seagulls whirl
Sparrows call
In them I see
Life, freedom
But it’s really
Just animal
instinct
