Mall Floor

The Mall Floor

Another day here in this busy scene,

The night cleaners have made my surface clean,

I feel the growing steps of walking feet,

And my tiles expand under the body heat,

An ice cream lands to cool me down,

The child starts to laugh as her mother frowns,

A thief runs quickly to escape the guard,

He hits an old lady with no regard,

Then he slips on the ice cream on the floor,

He’s going to jail now, I’m quite sure,

I hope this poem helped you to explore,

A day in the life of the shopping mall floor.