CREEP
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I can’t sleep
The dawn is getting ready to creep
The birds appear from under their wings
And the chorus from the choir sings
As the church bell rings
And the clock from the tower chimes
I check the times
And know I only have an hour
Before I must be awake
At dawn break
To face the day again
With briefcase in hand
And ink in my pen
I walk on our land
To my place of work
Too early it’s berserk
But in this society
With financial insecurity
A job we must do
Without strong opinions as in a point of view
Feel the wind in my
hair
The icy stare
From a street person passing by
I did wonder how and why?
Where were his daughters? Or even his son?
Where is life deep within
Where is the fun?
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