Glasgow - Poem
By Elliose Alexander
Image: Alleyway in Glasgow (Source; stock image)
The senses of Glasgow
When walking through Glasgow this is what I see...
The eyes of the beggars looking up at me.
When walking through Glasgow this is what I hear...
The jingling of the coppers in their cups of tears.
When walking through Glasgow this is what I smell...
The pungent, sweetened stench of urinal hell.
When walking through Glasgow this is what I taste...
Pastry, scarfed down, guiltily while passing unfortunates with haste.
While walking through Glasgow this is what I feel...
Guilty privileged wishing this situation wasn’t real.