I watch the people walk past me,
Whilst sitting in my car,
Outside the Rose Gardens in Regents Park,
Some near, and some walking afar.
I wanted to sit amongst the flowers,
But the benches were too far for me to walk,
In this heat ~ too hot for me ~
My Muscles would cease to work.
Couples with dogs, and children too,
Babes in arms or in prams,
Others with picnics to eat on the lawns,
Cars parking ~ causing traffic jams.
Joggers running along stripped to the waist,
Cyclists and strollers go by,
As I sit in my car, writing this poem,
Letting the World pass me by.
Where am I writing this verse?
Away from the noise and hustle,
Outside the Rose Gardens in Regents Park,
Resting my tired weak muscles.
(Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 18 July 2010)
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