Drinking vessel proffered; grime-clogged nails
Styrofoam rigid, white, static
Stark against the dinginess of the stairwell
Matted head, stooped, unseeing, bowed low
In shame, disgust, distaste? No one knows
A penny, small and brown, sits alone
Like its owner, isolated, hopeless
Hunched on the stairwell, cold and hungry
Shoppers bustle to and fro, heads bowed
In shame, disgust, distaste? No one knows
A thousand pairs of feet must have passed
Sneakers, brogues, stiletto shoes, scarlet red
Hurrying, scurrying. To where? No one knows
A myriad of things to do, people to see
Some choosing not to see what’s at their feet
Laughter tinkles around the bar, glasses chink
A good day’s work in the city, well rewarded
Fat cats dine, wine pours down their well-lubricated throats
Outside, hunched on the stairwell, head bowed
In shame, disgust, distaste? No one knows
Cut-glass, angular, high-rise and flying
Multi-million dollar deals cut ice
Solitary penny in the styrofoam cup
Her Majesty’s profile glinting in the midday sun
A London bus clogs the cloying grime to choking point
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This poem was first published on Medium, where you can find more of my work. Connect with me here: Rosy's Ramblings.
About the Creator
Rosy Gee
I write short stories and poetry. FeedMyReads gave my book a sparkling review here. I have a weekly blog: Rosy's Ramblings where I serialized my first novel, The Mysterious Disappearance of Marsha Boden. Come join me!
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