David Whalen

Gold Star - 6,643 Points (Covington Kentucky)

Through Walmart's Doors - Poem by David Whalen

A gaze within
A look without

At a blur of a throng
That moves about

Old… young
Fat… thin

Rushing home
Then back again

Eager faces,
Ready checks

Fingers tight on
Back of children’s necks

Tugging at carts
Stuck tightly together

All dressed… all wrong
No matter the weather

Chinese products
Bought chop-chop quick

Out of date products
That makes them sick

A blur of humanity
An unending shout

River of people…
That flows in and out

In and out, …out and in
A blur…a river…a streak

Twenty four hours… each and every day
Seven days a week


Comments about Through Walmart's Doors by David Whalen

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010



[Report Error]