For the Trigger ‘Call’.


In the center of the city

In amongst the rushing people

No one has the time for talking

No one sees although they’re looking

They don’t see the Georgian buildings

Or the stained glass in the windows

These are just objects on their journey

To be glanced at and forgotten

Like the beggar in the doorway

No one cares that he is hungry

Or that he is cold and lonely

They are hurrying home to dinner

Thinking of what’s on the table

They can smell it taste the wine

They can’t stop don’t have the time

Look at all the vacant faces

Eyes cast down to mobile phones

Looking at unwanted e-mails

Posting tweets and Facebook photos

Texting friends of the minutia

Of their tiresome dreary lives

But there are some who catch your eye

A young man in a grey serge suit

Laptop clutched so tightly to him

A trendy man in washed blue jeans

Contemplating his fading youth

An Arab girl in brown Hijab

Shutting out the evil city

An embroidered Chinese lady

A blond with full Rossetti lips

Girls in forties vintage clothing

Found on Cancer Campaign Counters

You will never get to know them

Who they are or where they live

Your lives just running parallel

For that moment of your journey

Then in an instant they are gone

Each one going their separate ways

Then once again you are alone

Alone with all of your ambition

Which took you to the top position

Fruits of your private tuition

At the top but isolated

Lonely though the crowds surround you

Is this the way to spend your life

Love cast aside for your career

Befriending those you don’t respect

With weasel words you will regret

Whilst friends are lost through choices made

Links broken by benign neglect

All you faceless city people

In your quest for fame and fortune

Beware life passes by so fast

When you reach your destination

You may find its all illusion

And all those business life decisions

That gave you all those sleepless nights

You’ll find were not real life at all

No not real life but just a game

And to win you sacrificed

The love of family and friends

In pursuit of financial gain

Now if in your despair you call

For help from those who were your friends

You may find they have no time

For someone they knew way back when

Do not listen to those siren sounds

That tempt you to the city lights

Like moths you’re likely to get burned

And fall unnoticed to the ground

Beware you may have just become

That beggar freezing on the street

With everybody passing by

Too busy with their self-deceit

To hear you calling to be saved

You’re just another lonely voice

One of thousands who are seeking

Reassurance and forgiveness

From those who they have wronged before

Just ask yourself from where you stand

Can you still see where your friends are

And do you think that if you need them

Anyone will hear you calling


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