Looking Poem by NikMorgan ...

Park-life
It’s the nearest thing to common ground
It’s free for all
Wide and open
Somewhere to watch as the world drifts past

Lipstick lesbians larking about
Loud and proud of who they are
Basking in disapproving glances
They entertain themselves
By shocking
Touchy feely
They flaunt their desires
The moral majority utters its disgust
As the lovers leave
Hand in hand
Happy and gay

A down at heel man tramps by
Weather beaten in complexion
With ill fitting clothes
Like a picture from a hard luck story
He makes the best of the little he has
All eyes are upon him
He feels a chill
There is no warmth in these cold hard stares
He keeps his head down
Quickens the pace
He wont give them the satisfaction
By showing the shame in his eyes

A child of Thalidomide
Dribbles and carps in his chair
His small malformed hands grab at nothing
Horrified mums pull puzzled children away
They are too young to know
It’s an imperfect world

I look
But I can’t see
My vision is impaired
By a narrow view