Idle chatter
A few of many years,Will chat and discuss.
The things they hear,
On train, Tram or bus.
Don't think ill of them,
At this time of year.
It brightens up their day,
Without the need to fuss.
No need to unwind and converse,
About the meaning of the universe.
Or the shifting of the sea of sand,
While trying to count covid
microbes on ones hand.
Just two lonely old biddies,
Trying to strike up a chat.
With a life full of tales,
Mundanely talking about,
Just this and that.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-12-14 at 00:56
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