On Guard

Not a movement, not a glimmer.

For a home a small box,

Not a home of your own

It’s shared with countless others

As folks stand and stare.

In the summer it is stifling

As bright red tunics are buttoned up

And tall hats made of fur

In the winter give no protection

To the wind, rain and snow.

But, no matter what

You stand there all alone

A dignitaries in posh cars

Or, guests all togged up

Seem to pass you unaware.

9^th July 1991, London, England.

-Richard