Page 16 - Everyone a Writer Anthology 2021

Against the glass, smeared with fingerprints,
I press my face,
To see the pace,
Of the world I’m living in.

There’s a girl dancing to a laptop,
She spins, and jumps and leaps so high
She has escaped the world where time has stopped
But is transformed back to unmute and say goodbye.

There’s an old man who lives alone,
I see him cooking his tea at night,
He must feel as though his world has stopped,
When he’s only picked up the phone.

There’s a living room down my hill,
You see its golden warmth lit by laughs and joy,
It’s like they’re immune to the time to kill
As they spend evenings playing with their little boy.

There’s a couple next door, who yell all day,
About respect and communication and bills to pay,
By night they’re so tired that time takes a stop
In their house where next to each other they peacefully lay.

The nurse that lives across the road wakes up at the break of dawn,
To walk her dog, before her early shift
Her world is now more chaotic, and time is a rare gift,
And in the late evening she comes back, so tired she can only yawn.

Alice Gibbs, Y9
Meadowhead

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