Too Many Years
She’s tired
too many years
wars and wars and so called freedom
wearing and wearing her out
Pain etched lines across her face
lost loved ones
alcoholics and children
ravaged by life
Pork grease and dirt warmly embrace her
garlic and salami
sing with her sweat
songs of isolation dancing in loneliness
Prolonged survival hardness
elbows her way down the trolley-bus
she stands, stares and glares without seeing
refusing comfort and seats alike
she won’t sit down
because if she did
her pockets would relieve themselves
of her boss’s cutlery
She’s tired
too many years
wars and wars and so called freedom
wearing and wearing her out
Pain etched lines across her face
lost loved ones
alcoholics and children
ravaged by life
Pork grease and dirt warmly embrace her
garlic and salami
sing with her sweat
songs of isolation dancing in loneliness
Prolonged survival hardness
elbows her way down the trolley-bus
she stands, stares and glares without seeing
refusing comfort and seats alike
she won’t sit down
because if she did
her pockets would relieve themselves
of her boss’s cutlery