The Evening Scene...

The Evening Scene

Evening Scene...
As if a huge ant-hill has been broken,
A huge crowd spills onto the streets.
The faces of the men returning home
From work, some still seem  to be alive 
With the last pulse of hope or courage,  
Some sly and bitter, some smart and  silly,
But most of them already  broken and empty ,
Listless, devoid any warmth of life,  
Only blinding tiredness is goading them on,  
Like any tired animal with drooping tail
Sauntering disinterestedly to some safe corner.
-Portia Burton