Suburban streets filled with baseball hats <br />People living in suburban flats <br />Cobweb shops filled with queues <br />People rushing round wearing out shoes <br />They are all rushing by <br />No one sees me cry <br />Car in jams at intersections <br />On corners people taking collections <br /> <br />Suburban garages filled with little cars <br />And people smoking big cigars <br />Archways hanging over loos <br />While cars pass in lines of twos <br />People pass with blind eyes <br />Telling stories in their sighs <br />Parking meters in military lines <br />Traffic wardens handing out fines <br /> <br />Suburban underground thoroughfares <br />Factories smoking skyward airs <br />Crowded corporation buses <br />Corner fish ‘n’ chips shops selling husses <br />Dozens of stuff collared shirts <br />Caught up in office works <br />Poor Porter on the trains <br />Trying to help passengers who complain <br /> <br />The busy town ignores <br />All who live in there <br />It turns its back <br />On old and young <br />And keeps its song <br />Hidden away and unsung <br /> <br />(date written unknown)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/busy-town/
