[poem] Boy On The Train

Posted on 13/06/2011 by

The boy with the world on his shoulders,
Bore-holes for eyes
Tired cotton trousers grip strong legs
Feet that have been through hell,
Lifted to let a bent mother pass
With her pram, bumping into the central pole behind her,
And he smiled at a baby.

About skylarkingzooby

Actor, Artist, Professional Voiceover. Creative person who has coined his process 'Skylarking'.
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