Monday 11 January 2010

Some Poetry

A short poem I wrote while I couldn't get to sleep the other night


City Life

Trams trundle by, all through the night

Bells jingle every time they stop

The city sounds go on all year round

It would be awkward if they did not


The beeping of car horns, the stepping of feet

It reassures you that life

Goes on, even in the darkest of hours

The world will keep turning tonight


No matter what your day has laid out for you

There is always a constant here

To return home, to sit and listen

To the trams trundle through the night

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