The Commute
The commute
The daily commute it's so depressing
Not getting a seat is so distressing
Standing here heart racing proud
I only wish it would beat aloud
So people could hear the strain it makes
The mound of energy standing takes
To just be me to stand not fall
I stop my tears from being a bawl
Some days I get to that last seat
Thank goodness, a moment to rest tired feet
As I journey, joints crack and pop
All the way to my last stop
Heads bowed down in phones and papers
Know one cares of my dramatic capers
As one by one discs fall from strain
When will I give up this bloody train?
‘The commute’ – by Victoria Payne
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