I struggle with the amount of elbows
That poke me in the back, the side
I wish someone could save me from public transport
Last week, I almost found myself on the floor
With the rush of elbows
When did they become weapons?
It is most disconcerting being beaten up
By a well-dressed warrior
Someone else overheard my remark
I had not meant to speak out loud
The daily struggle is too much
I need a new direction in life
Heaven knows what I can do
The corrosion in my life
Help me to follow a better tune
Checking my savings account
My tiny flat is paid for
So, I can see I have enough for about a year
Can I write a number one bestseller in that time?
Don’t ask, do…

© Anita Dawes 2021