Half Past Midnight Grafton Street Poem by Martin Swords
Half Past Midnight Grafton Street
Half Past Midnight Grafton Street
Filling time with only
French fries and a coffee
I’m sat with the lost and lonely
Christmas lights and mannequins
Expensive bags with names on
Glamours chat and giggle over skinny drinks
Avoid the old bag lady hanging on
Still sitting with the empty cup
Watching the world ignore her
Cold tea and a warm seat
Out of the cold and frivolous festive cheer
Half Past Midnight Grafton Street
A tired old lady shuffles out
Out on the cold expensive street
She starts her lost and lonely walkabout
Martin Swords
Nov 2008
Hello Martin, it's a pleasure to 'meet' you and read your work. This poem, like so many of yours is... real. You have a wonderful ability to paint life through your words, making the characters or places come alive. I'm a fan of your talent. Warmest regards, CJ Heck
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4/24/2024 10:39:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Re-reading this now Martin it feels even more poignant and catches the heart in ache for these souls - - - may there be a new turn towards much more empathy in 2010 and may there be moves to alter conditions which bring most of such ones to where they can do nothing but beg.......Fay.