Sir_Nigel   10 #1 Posted May 22, 2015 Rushing, waiting, strolling by, they go the way I go, the daily cast of characters I see but do not know.  A ginger girl who takes her dog to do what doggies do and on her pudgy finger swings a little bag of poo,  a crumpled, beige, deflated man so crushingly alone, perhaps a sad librarian or lowly office drone,  that dapper, pigeon-chested gent so elegant and grand, at four foot two a ringer for the mayor of Munchkin land,  the gloomy Pole who sometimes brings another Pole along, his spirits clearly lifted by his murky mother tongue,  the beauty salon lady with the wood preserver tan displaying all the beauty care a fifty-something can.  the careworn carer trudging off down grim suburban roads another day of changing beds and emptying commodes,   Amongst this throng I saunter along - same faces, same places, same cogs in the machine, shackled to routine. All stick to the tradition - no hint of recognition.  Don’t catch an eye. just scurry by. Walk, don’t talk or nod. Thank God  Because smile, nod, nod, smile would get pretty tiresome after a while just to say Hey - we go the same way every day. Yay.   Why pretend you’re someone’s friend? or risk an erroneous Hello to some bloke you don’t know? We seem to get on very well in isolated parallel.  So there goes Beardo, Wierdo, Boozer, Loser, the fella with the psycho eyes, the lady with the thunderthighs and lots of folks I’ll never know but go the way I go. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
G12Ravda   10 #2 Posted June 4, 2015 Thanks for the walk. I enjoyed going along your way and seeing all those people. Well done Sir. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...