Commuting by Andrew Richardson

People complain, the cold the rain

On station platforms awaiting the train.

Today it is warm the sun it out

"It's too hot" the commuters shout

Umbrellas wrapped sandwiches packed

Some in cagoules and some in macs

The 6.45 can be seen down the line,

A silent chorus of relief erupts..........

"First time this week it's been on time".

The long slender body engulfs the commuters

They take their seats and tap their phones and  computers

A silence falls - to speak is a crime

If you've nothing to do then stare at the grime

Or read the graffiti sprayed on the walls.........

Ah! the metropolis blocks the dome of St Pauls.

As the journey ends there's some confusion and panic

As people wake up, some happy, some manic

They hustle and bustle to the barrier gate

Some always early some always late

And through in a flurry an off to their work

Oh how I wonder why we don't go berserk.!