Head Down – poem

I have a guest blogger today. A friend since we were kids, John married my best friend, and writes his beautiful wife poems every year on Mother’s Day. He decided to write a poem recently just for the hell of it and I decided to post it today for the very same reason. I really like it, it’s a thoughtful snapshot of modern life. Any ideas for a title? I think Head Down.


Shallow slumber lying tight,

waiting for the morning light.

Never beaten by the clock,

always rising early.


Outside the city never sleeps,

always busy, jobs to keep.

Looking over buildings far,

another day has dawned.


Getting clothes on, rushing fast.

Yesterday now in the past.

Must be punctual, can’t be late.

The wolf’s already at the gate.


Headphones in, always walking.

Head down, never talking.

Who’s the stranger keeping pace?

Never again to see his face.

A friend you’ll never know.


On the train you fall asleep,

laptop leaning at your feet.

On and off the punters hop,

dare not miss their precious stop.


Now in the office at your post,

working hard so you can boast.

A meagre wage to live.

Screen is blinding, boss is whining.

So much pressure, but no complaining.

Sick of all the smirking smiles,

No one ever happy.


Five o’clock is much relief,

time to hit the busy streets.

Headphones in, always walking.

Head down, never talking.


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