Lunch in the Ruins
By Alan Russell
All generations are here today.
Sitting amongst the ruins on the lawns.
On benches , on walls, while children play.
Bags of lunch, fruit, bottles of drink.
The ruined walls have seen it all before.
Newspapers, books, snoozes, time to think.
Lunch is over. Time to be on our way.
Back to work, to school, to visiting.
The ruins will see it all another day.