I Hear Children Playing Poem by Gert Strydom

I hear children playing in the street outside,
hear their laughter and shouts
as they do pass on bicycles on skateboards
and the call of a lone broom-seller
above the noise of breaking glass,
of things being thrown around
and rattling pots and pans
during the neighbour's bickering
(they did not have any children)
and that they will kill each other some time
is none of my business
as minutes later hand in hand
they will walk to where their car is in the driveway,
smile at me and wave
as if they are really in love
and are happy to be together
while the children do play
in the summer, the sunshine, of their lives.

© Gert Strydom