The world is staggering
Slowly plodding over grimy concrete
One heavy foot in front of the other
Head down between slouching shoulders
Lazy mouth half open
Eyes stare straight ahead
Lost in thoughtlessness
Like bewildered cows
Decrepitly making a way
Through the parked cars
Balding and weighty
With syncopated pace
Moving forward aimlessly
On cringing hinges
Steps falling heavy in shoes
Ambling zombies in aching bones
Pushing forward with leaden movement
To find the comfort of pillows.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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