boats glide by
on the sea
the sun hot
on my neck
kids play football
on the lawn
beyond the bench
where I sit
a dog rolls over
sunning his belly
and a group of men
build a fire
to roast kebob
though there is peace
in the air
yet there is still
an empty spot
where your hand
should be
Sometimes its hard to believe that world still turns… Nice work.
Thank you.
And yes, life goes on whether we want it to or not.
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