Roy Smith

(Mablethorpe, Lincolnshire, UK)

Life Goes By

I stand here in the High St., looking at all life.
Problems here, problems there, why is there so much strife?
A little boy limps past, caliper on his leg.
A little life already spoiled. Oh please Dear Lord I beg.
help him to heave a good life and know the joys of youth.
A yob pushes past, he spits at me, he really is uncouth.
A mother rushes by - four children cling to her dress,
looks of bewilderment on their faces - she couldn't care less.
An old man hobbles past, leaning on

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