Shopping

Sitting in the park
dusk turning to dark
radio on and songs abound
just watching the world go round.
A woman passes by, she's sold
her baggage is testament to be told
all the shops along the street
hurting legs, aching feet.
Bags galore around wrist and arm
boxes on shoulders to strained alarm
people hurry, it`s so cold
young legs skipping beside old.
Rain and sleet, wind and snow
what is the force that drives them so?.
Trolleys pulled, laden down with ware
do they see the point? Do they care?
Sat in car, no cold or cuss
wondering what is all the fuss
wonder why they waste their time
wonder… why not shop online.

© D Marsden 2016

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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