Perfect Poetry 🙏

In and out of shopping stores on either side of a street

Shuffling through long snakey queues in the stifling heat

Standing hours on end with sore blisters on my feet

City life is not for me, with constant chaos and clatter

Where clusters of cluttered crowds act as mad as a hatter 

And rhythmical rain pours down in a pelting pitter patter

Amongst the collaboration of confusing, chattering natter

And I seek out silence, some salvation to see

So I escape to the countryside, where my soul is free

And soon all of that hustle bustle, is but my distant memory