All forced to travel the same way
Within a time span fixed, precise
But road and tram track don’t suffice.
Not everyone can get a seat
Crunched up together, jumbled feet
Prams and pushchairs block the doors
Case and brolly line the floors.
Too close for comfort, yet alone
Many chat on mobile phone
Or nod their heads to music track
As new arrivals push them back.
Those in cars face stop-start queues
As radios blare out traffic news
Mobility – what does that mean?
Public transport is not green!
Bikers, hard hats firm in place
Form a woven interface
Making patterns all their own
Avoiding every traffic cone.
Water and gas pipes must be laid
Hey presto - here’s a barricade!
Bus and car must be diverted
Too bad we haven’t been alerted.
A brief lull then it starts again
The hectic rush for tram or train
Brussels is bursting at the seams
And it’s getting worse, it seems!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
Same nightmare in Geneva - Poor commuters who reach work in a frazzle and return home at the end of the day even more exhausted! I can feel their stress just reading your clever lines - Nickie
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