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