The bus races through Tower Bridge on Monday morning,
I smile at passers by, wave hello to strangers
Who avoid my gaze, they think I am crazy,
I sing out of tune and skip along the pavement,
Maybe they are right, being happy is not the thing
So early in the morning. In cafes, bossy customers
Give a hard time to waiters so busy,
'Leave them'', I say, ''let's do a little jig of merriment.''
In the middle of Tower Bridge, suddenly the bus stops
All passengers pour out and hold each other hand,
They start a mad swirl of hops and bops,
On Monday morning, all we need is to follow the band.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Goddess Within (and my words became me...)
PoesíaI enjoy is writing poems on life, love. Some are fun, some are sweet but they all make the world go around. N.B The cover was made for me by BetiBup33 at The book Cover Design.
