Pondering in a tram
Forgive the weird poem. I found this in my Evernote notebook now as I was clearing out some stuff. Looks like I've written this on one of those many lonely tram rides :P
As the tram snaked it's way through the city,
I felt little else but pity,
For one with nay a piece of wool,
To keep him not lost from the gene pool.
As we sing 2016 her swansong,
And hope the next ain't so long,
I hope we don't forget to mourn,
From homes, people torn.
We forget the others oft,
When our lives go rather soft,
But as much as we hate the hate,
We do little till it's too late.
As I sit in this tram, pondering life,
I pity the soul who lost a wife,
For we rarely stop and start to think,
Of shit that happens within a blink.