waiting for it to happen
it never does.
waiting for it to get better
just because.
I have hope left
waiting in the sun
sitting on this park bench
old man fun.
beautiful birds, squirrels and trees
live their own way
in this summer breeze.
people walk by
as I sing my song…
some laugh
some just look
but children always smile
because they always know who I am…
‘move along, move along,
it’s not what you’ve acquired
that matters most my
daughters and sons
it’s love that fills your heart
as you live your life
only then are you done’.
I bide my time.
the world goes by…
visions of greener grass
somewhere imagined in hills of tall pines
stowed away in secret places
tucked away neatly in small corners of my mind.
