Golden rays from the sun on a towerblock landscape
The city rests from the day
And suit-clad workers on the train rattle by
The twenty-past eight on its way
The tannoys are quiet now, the sirens at rest
A brittle peace settles in
But there, in the silence of commuter unrest
A man sits alone with his grin
He’s known all the pressures, known all the gripes
He’s seen them all come and all go
But he’s outlived them all and now he is he here
The only one in the know
For the grin hides a secret that’s hidden quite well
Yet it’s there for any who dare
Spare a moment from their time-driven closeted worlds
To see what’s really out there
For now though the man with the grin settles down
And for the moment I fear he’s alone
Except maybe for the lady several carriages down
Who’s captured the sunset by phone.
©Jemverse
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