
The Fog
Take the house,
and the land on which it sits.
Nip the car in the drowsy driveway.
Seduce the overfed bank accounts,
and fill your pockets with the useless jewellery buried in the safe.
Take the house,
and the land on which it sits.
Nip the car in the drowsy driveway.
Seduce the overfed bank accounts,
and fill your pockets with the useless jewellery buried in the safe.
Slow down
and let your breath savour
these few remaining pockets
of pristine air
before they become too bitter
and murky to inhale.
How much stuff must one accumulate
in pursuit of fulfilment
before the quest leads to emptiness;
Because tomorrow is now
take a bit more time and inhale daylight.
Soak up the sun;
I know you’re gone
But I still hear your laughter ringing off the walls.
I feel you intently
as your fresh, hearty giggles stop by for a light breakfast.
I still remember
The older I get
the more I relish the quiet tranquillity of my own company.
I reflect more on life’s simple gifts, like beautiful unexpected smiles,
vivid flowers sprouting wild through cracks in the road;
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