STREETS TO SHORE

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