The Rat Race

Image:1  The evening rush hour
(Picture Credit: Google images)


Just Another Day!


Note: This is not a lullabye a carol nor a ballad as asked for in the prompt. The word lullabye is in the poem not quite legitimizing it though. 

Brightness fading at the horizon by the seconds

Glowing yellow to golden hues mystically transforms

End of day a precursor to myriads of happenings

Staging a madness on the road, hurrying home surging

To avoid the imminent rush, sweaty and angry

Hordes of man and machines clogging the highway

While one comes slowly to an end another is to begin

Noisy  hawkers and  pretty butterflies of the night swarming

Of couples at leisure  scouring for places to wine and dine

Leading his spouse and brood for dinner  the family man

The young at heart at the hotspots in raucous splendor

The young layabouts  with their mean machines of terror

House-breakers working their moves when they please

The law enforcers just as ready armed with their expertise

The people movers bidding their fares ferrying the crowd

Of tourists, service personnel, traders, shoppers and the lot

The youngsters to chat, glued to FB, YouTube till wee hours

Mothers seeing to home-work or singing  a lullabye, engrossed

Fathers computer engaged over business matters poring

The law abiding  by the idiot box resigned to a sane evening

Preceding  the night to begin a new day in anticipation

A sedentary existence reflecting the lifestyle of the generation

Submitted to d'Verse Forms for All  and
Grandma's Goulash Weekend Writer's Retreat #50