Kids come out to play
Adults return from work
As it is that time of the day
People sit on their front porches
Some knit, some drink,
Some enjoys it after the scorch
Weather becomes cool
and the teens know
It's time to return from school
I calmly sit in my front yard
Sip my hot cup of tea
And wait for the boys for the game of cards....
A light breeze flows through
We never stop and realize
Time is quickly flowing through
The little moments matter the most,
But if we don't live those
then next thing, we are at our best man's toast....
Cool and windy evenings
They bring a sense of peace
As there is no shouting or screaming
Why do I talk about them?
You ask
Because each is a gem and is of precious value.
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Simple Things
PoesíaDo we ever stop and wonder what is it that brings us peace? Well in today's world people have been depending on materialistic things to keep them happy but do they ever stop and notice in solitude the little things that life has to offer us?
