Death of a Soul
Wading through wind, the rain and snow
They slowly experience the death
of a soul
Countenance distant head bowed low
To make it on time is
their only goal.
Through the rush hour on bus, tube and rail,
They have to get through it even when frail
They have to get through it even when frail
Countenance distant head bowed low
Surviving the journey is their only goal
© 07/2013 Chika Anyanwu
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