The street.

I stand on the pavement,
Looking down the street,
Grey clouds hang overhead,
Stiff winds blow at my feet.

The list is in my hand,
I know what needs to be done,
But I just can't help standing there,
Watching people walk and run.

The people go past me,
Some are familiar, some are not,
Some smile, some give me a curt nod,
They say how do you do, but do it through thought.

The day is late, and I know I must start,
There is a task at hand that needs seeing through,
Though I try to keep troubles and tasks apart,
Their merger happens, whether I like it or not.

The poem pretty much sums up my day.