Another Life

Another Life

“All change here at Acton Town!”

On the line they had a frown,

Perhaps unhappy with the wife,

Yearning for another life.

Boy and girl, sister bickers,

Sits ungainly, flashes knickers,

Man and woman snatch a kiss,

Two of them ensconced in bliss,

Businessman, briefcase, brolly,

Looks disgusted at this folly,

Businesswoman, prim and proper,

eyes the brolly, what a whopper!

Some are gazing, others staring,

Mother, toddler, very caring,

Rocking with the train in in motion,

Soon the rush-hour and commotion,

Punks in corner shout and cuss,

“Can’t they travel without a fuss?”

Not my problem, sitting here,

Black train driver is my fear,

Everywhere the coloured skin

on The Underground, in the din,

“All change, please, Charing Cross,”

says stationmaster who’s the boss,

All change? What - clothes as well?

But, then, these days, who can tell!

Gorged, we are, in rabble-fray,

Dashing, jostling - is he gay?

Maybe gay or maybe not,

Think it’s time to try the lot!

If black was really, truly white,

Then, who knows, I really might!

Still unhappy with the wife?

Wish it was a different life?

© Michael Garrad September 2011