Waterstones

The old man

Sits to remember

What he was in his youth

A gallant rider

He was bulletproof

And a girl

Cheeks lit like a flame

Is looking at the treats

She’ll enjoy later

Tucked under her sheets

Businessmen

Taking a long break

From spread sheets and files

To try and unwind

Whilst browsing the aisles

And I stand

Happy just to watch

As the crowd all look

All trying to find

That one perfect book

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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One Response to Waterstones

  1. ajkj1209 says:

    Nice one mate, follow back I write poetry too

    Like

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