In shadows deep where silence starts to creep,
The weight of striving drapes like heavy mist.
A clock unwinds, its hands in thoughts that sleep,
Yet echoes shout of goals that can’t be missed.
With heavy hearts, the weary wander home,
Each sigh a ghost of burdens barely shed.
The stillness cracks, like ice beneath a dome,
As fates collide—the old self’s left for dead.
......
Why can’t we simply accept
the way things are...
Push aside all our worries
and enjoy a good cigar...
When you can take time off
to finally enjoy your life...
When you’re with your sweet girl
and not your ex-wife!
......
watching the spring street
sitting on my window seat
in the fresh green hour
watching the people
in the sunshine of their lives
burgundy flowers
lemon butterflies
share a moment with the birds
......
In shadows deep where silence starts to creep,
The weight of striving drapes like heavy mist.
A clock unwinds, its hands in thoughts that sleep,
Yet echoes shout of goals that can’t be missed.
With heavy hearts, the weary wander home,
Each sigh a ghost of burdens barely shed.
The stillness cracks, like ice beneath a dome,
As fates collide—the old self’s left for dead.
......
watching the spring street
sitting on my window seat
in the fresh green hour
watching the people
in the sunshine of their lives
burgundy flowers
lemon butterflies
share a moment with the birds
......
Why can’t we simply accept
the way things are...
Push aside all our worries
and enjoy a good cigar...
When you can take time off
to finally enjoy your life...
When you’re with your sweet girl
and not your ex-wife!
......