Waiting For An Oil Change
Sat on a bench in the park under the sun.
Shaded by an oak with the breeze soothing my skin.
Watching joggers, jogging, cyclist, cycling
I look at the goal posts inviting a shot.
The grass is green brown,
Because it’s been so hot
So many people walking
As if time has stood still
I wish I had time or time to kill
But as always I’m working,
Earning, struggling along
The gusty breeze is just enough
Not too strong
It’s cool where I sit
Watching innocent dogs
They don’t know it’s wrong
To cause a mess and a pong
A woman walks by
Her life on the phone
And a pensioner in a blue top
jogging alone
Mothers with energetic kids
And tired already
As the child slips,
The mum smiles, 'Go steady!'
And time stands still
While I wait for the call,
You’re oils changed Dave,
But nothing's changed at all.
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