Edward Holdsworth
AN EARFUL
I sit in my house
As quite as a mouse
But the traffic outside
Makes me want to just hide.
On a main road I live,
Many people just give
Up their house living here
It’s all very clear.
The noise, don’t you know,
Is often so slow
As they stop at the light
By day and by night.
Loudspeakers they blare
Without any care.
The discomfort they give
To the people who live
Close at hand,
It’s a wonder to me
Just what do they see.
But more to the point
Their ears out of joint
Must surely and definitely be.
By Edward Holdsworth