Norah Carter

(Chingford, London)

The Space Age - Poem by Norah Carter

The underground, the underground, it drives me to despair
I cannot even estimate the cost in wear and tear
It's packed to full capacity, I never get a seat,
In fact, there's barely room enough for me to put my feet. I try my best to hold the strap, but that's no good at all
You see, I cannot reach, because I'm barely five feet tall
I rock and roll and toss about as if I'm on a boat
And suddenly I feel an arm stretched out across my throat. You may think I exaggerate when telling of my woes,
But worse things have befallen me than treading on my toes.
In fact, one day I turned my head and found to my dismay
There wasn't room to turn it back, so there it had to stay. If only one could board a train and find a cosy nook,
In which to sit in comfort, have a snooze or read a book,
Or take time off for silent thought and thus prepare the way
in calmness and serenity, to meet the coming day.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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