FROM STREETS TO SHORE
I hustle for the next meal,
I beg for next coins to head home
I labour for the next deposit into my bank account
I brush the jackets of strangers
Car hoots and reving makes my head loudly bang,
Lo and behold starts transport
The shore oohh ever so peaceful,
Just the rumbles of the unending waves,
Smells of the silent life underneath
Seems stagnant yet alive,
Serenr ,prganised yet moveing with the unfold of years,
Smell it ,its just the shore,
Hear it its just the shore
Look at it,its just the shore
STREETS TO SHORE
From streets to shore,
awashed and dragged away, t
he litter of travel,
Miles and ages to get to shore
Clean streets, tainted shores,
Wiped and blown away there
If not be Torrents and tornadoes,
It will be from drops, to rain,to stream,rivers and its gone
Welcomed on shore as new and new life there
Away from the hive of stamping feet
Noises and pollutions
To the serenity, calm waters of the shore
Gently rocking the shape that was in the street
unwanted scatter on the beautiful
human involvement on the shore
Inwishful thoughts let the shore send it back to the streets
but low and behold it is always from streets to shore
neither other way round