Early morning ride

Early in the morning
hawkers are standing next to the street
and they sell flowers, newspapers,
cigarettes and sweets.

At church square two doves are pairing
on uncle Paul’s head,
while people walk to and fro
and some are in lines
to buy bus tickets

It’s another thing when you are
stressed out
and are scared,
to be late at a new job.

a Bus stands with a closed door
making fumes,
while the driver is walking around inside
and already there are a large number of people
lining up in a queue.

a Pair of love stricken young people
are holding hands
and talk about the previous nights
party and drinks
that they enjoyed
and I try to see the route
to know were I have to get off.

School children tease each other
as far as we go
and time gets wings
and rushes by
and suddenly
I have to disembark.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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