Half Past Midnight Grafton Street <br />Filling time with only <br />French fries and a coffee <br />I’m sat with the lost and lonely <br /> <br />Christmas lights and mannequins <br />Expensive bags with names on <br />Glamours chat and giggle over skinny drinks <br />Avoid the old bag lady hanging on <br /> <br />Still sitting with the empty cup <br />Watching the world ignore her <br />Cold tea and a warm seat <br />Out of the cold and frivolous festive cheer <br /> <br />Half Past Midnight Grafton Street <br />A tired old lady shuffles out <br />Out on the cold expensive street <br />She starts her lost and lonely walkabout <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords <br />Nov 2008<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-past-midnight-grafton-street/
