There was a time when it was forecast that computers would spell the end of commuters! Judging by the daily stampede for the station, the prediction was wrong. Many people I know commute every day into the Capital, many like me walk a few yards to work. Sometimes the different tribes look at each other across the fence…
Packed into the carriage like sardines,
Off to the city they go,
Each commuter an island,
As they rattle too and fro!
Old Bill drives his tractor,
Practicing his craft,
Muttering to himself every day:
“And they thinks I is daft!”
Have a good day, wherever you are and however you got there!
© Baldock Bard 2015
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