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