Non Stop Clatter Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda

City Centre near at hand...
I sit and watch
people passing by.

Young and old, large and small...
there's no trend
that states otherwise.

A child, a smile...
an attempt to catch a prize,
joyful glee's at a miss...
playful innocence does exit.

Teens in abundance
with shops on their minds
giggling... secrets... on the phone...
chitter... chatter...
non stop clatter.

Parents scurry
calling names,
keeping their offspring
near at hand,
ever vigilant do they stand.

Many a voice
from distant lands,
looks of confusion,
glances round,
such a multi cultural
exchange of sounds.

City Centre
where life's at it's fullest,
people come...
and people go...
each with a story yet to tell.