Crowds

Amid the crowds on busy trains,
Papers shuffle, eys cast down,

Neighbours gazes can't be caught
and the slightest nudge makes people frown,

Where is the smile that can change a day,
or a friendly remark to pass the time?

Instead each robot carries a lonesome grey cloud
in world where no personality is allowed.

++++++++++++++++++++++

This and several others were written on tatty scraps of paper while I was commuting in and out of London - so far I've managed not to lose those pieces of paper but I decided to pop them on here just incase I do. This is just my record of that time and those thoughts - I don't pretend my waffles are anything more than that.

Needless to say - I'm happy now like I really wasn't then.