'Is that a mermaid?'
drunken sailor looks from ship
'It's my lucky day!'

Drunken man left pub
he sang: ' I'm a happy man
my wife has left me!'

They make their way through the crowd.

Beneath the sky amber in the last sun
the retrieved spark steers their feet
to explore the gorgeously festive town
smelling of discovery at every turn
of people and shops and sellers
and food tempting to be tasted
women too lovely not to be noticed
houses illuminated like light is free
flying as in a dream long in the coming
but arrived too glorious for any regret.

The younger when a few paces ahead
stops so the other could catch up
always remembering the six years
matter much in the count of speed.

The sky above grows older and paler
but their blistered feet feel no pain
from the four hours of rewinding years
glistening as night dew in their eyes.

In the park
Out for a walk
And the fellow joggers on the track

The gym equipments all occupied
Heavily working out
For sure the users
Were thinking out aloud
While working out

Maybe it's the neighbour
Or the bossy boss around
The equipments
Facing the ire
The users all on fire

Sometimes in life
You just cannot help people
Letting go is hard