Rush Hour started again
Same old thing every day
Crazy people pushing and a-shoving
Briefcases held up in defence from pain
A continued fight every morning
Stressed by the time they arrive
As the day starts off bad
People forget manners, so impolite
By the time lunch hour comes
Like horses they bolt free
To the pub or elsewhere for a drink
Away from the stress and the grief
Then it’s back tot he mill
Stress levels rise again
Roll on five o’clock
ready for the rush hour and self-defence
Finally it comes in a rush
And sardine moments start again
Funny smells and rudeness
From which there is no defence
Home you are to chill and relax
At least for some anyway
For a few hours of broken sleep
So ends and begins another day
Roll on the weekend
Come this way please
Sunny days with those you love
And ice-creams; calmness of the sea
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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