Yes, I am Irish so then why am I writing about London? Well, I have spent a lot of time there as I go to uni about an hour away and have grown up going to London about once a month. So yes, I do know London rather well and felt like I could write about it!
The lady with colourless hair and russet eyes
Sits, hunched inside her brown beaten jacket
On the bitter gray tiles of the Underground
Her clothing fell over her flimsy shoulders,
Tumbled to her sides, in a bronze pool.
Around her neck, a faded blue scarf rests.
The lady holds in her small wrinkled hand
A Starbucks coffee cup, taken from the trash
The only word printed in burgundy was "Please"
People pass, never stopping for a second glance
Staring at their feet and the tops of heads
Too involved with their life to notice her needs
The lady sits there from the first to the last
Never saying a word but watching and praying
For one to tenderly place small coins in the cup
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RandomPoems about my life...and other random shite. Enjoy!
