Who do you think you are?

I enter the train exhausted and flat,

Passing carriages, where could I have sat?

Nowhere to go, I see a seat with a bag,

Asked a man to move it, oh what a drag.

He says ‘it does not fit above’,

But that’s not the issue is it love?

I suggest moving it to the other side,

The look on his face was like someone had died.

He said I was rude, more polite I could be,

Didn’t realise he was God higher than me,

Explained I was tired and sorry for that,

Continued to treat me like a low life rat.

His energy negative I decide to move,

To find a space with a little more grove.

A typical male I told him so,

But now I realise, a powerless human with nowhere to go.

I send him happiness, love and care,

So he can see light and learn to share,

I do hope these words show him the way.

So he can smile fulfilling his day.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2005 MCARB