Just a poem

The day begins just like any other

The man jolts awake with a stutter

He goes downstairs to eat bread and butter

And wears his rain boots because of the weather

He walks down the street so dreary and gray

And wishes that the rain would go away

The people are running, covering their heads

And most of them just want to go back to bed

The subway is crowded, the bus ride is dreary

This monotonous life is making him dreary

Get up in the morning and head of to work

File his reports and deal with the jerks

Then get home too late for anything else

No time to do anything in this quest for wealth

Shovel the food straight into his throat

And go back to sleep, thats all she wrote

These days are unending

This life so unbending

The wheels keep on spinning

And others keep winning

So he gets on the train, his eyes on the ground

Not a thought that this day may be when it turns around

His stares at the raindrops falling on by

And ignores everything ‘til he hears a sigh

He turns and beholds a woman like him

Tired of this life, so pale, grey, and grim

He wonders if he should speak to her

But he remembers the past and how things once were

The doors woosh open and she jostles past

And the train pulls away far far too fast

He missed his chance, as the rain falls down

And the train carries him into the heart of the town

The streets here are dark, the people are sad

The whole wide world acts like its gone mad

Nobody looks up, nobody talks or sees

Its like that old saying, the forest for trees

He turns all around, confused now and then

And walks to his work, the same yet again

But somehow he knows that this day in new

Maybe the clouds will break into blue

The sun will come out and wash it away

And he will have a new chance on this day

But the fates don’t align, the planets are off

And the elevator dings and whisks him aloft

The city spreads before his window

The phone rings and he answers ‘hello’

But it is nobody, just another blank call

Nobody, yes nobody, no nothing at all

He sits at his desk and looks at the pages

And wonders if all this is worth the wages

And so he gets up and punches out early

Does not stick around for the hurly burly

He walks down the street, just looking around

And from all the people there comes not a sound

Then he hears a sweet noise, once more that sigh

And spinning around the woman he does spy

She sits at the cafe, food growing cold

She looks at the world, so tired and old

She needs something new, some kind of change

Before this grey city makes her deranged

The man walks towards her, tentative now

He thinks he should say something, but doesn’t know how

The two are strangers, complete unknowns

Maybe he should just give up, go home

The woman looks up and sees him there

Pulls out a chair with an inquiring stare

“You are like me” she asks, not quite sure

“I guess that I am” he answers to her

He takes the seat, and orders a drink

The woman stares at him, and blinks

The two sit there, tired and done

Fighting battles that cannot be won

“Good luck in your works, whatever you do”

“Thank you good sir, and the same to you”

They finish their drinks and go separate ways

Ending their first real human contact in days

And the world keeps spinning

The treadmill keeps turning

But its never us winning

And always us burning

But sometimes its the things like that

That help you get through the next spat

And saving a stranger can sometimes be

The thing that saves you, and then saves me

This is the story of our life these days

In this city, so cold old and gray

But so long as you live there is hope

That you can climb this too steep slope

The days go on by, the treadmill turns faster

And we keep on writing this unending chapter

But if you look around maybe you’ll see

That you aren’t alone, and never will be