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.