Neither the men nor the women
Ever said a “Thank you”
To some important things in life.
They run helter-skelter to meet their targets
But forget to thank their shoes
Weary; bearing their feet smelly.
Neither men nor women pause
To smile, once they finish their lunch
At the water jug that had quenched their thirst.
Few ever had waited to check
If the chairs they were seated on
Are left arranged neatly, waved them good bye.
Yet, how can anyone ignore the trash bin
Which always kept their secrets as secrets?
They hardly thank the city lights
That made the night shine bright
There is way more to go, but often stopped
At the traffic light turned red.
Move again with expectations
Remember them as you reach home safe.
Published in Rhyvers Beat e-zine nov2022