Peering into the night
of Naval, Biliran.
I am reminded of time
gone past that wants
to draw me near.
Streets are dark
lacking substance,
along with any human touch.
Yet it draws me into thoughts
of yesteryear, places
frequented in my life
A simpler time,
with no cell phone.
A wave to the neighbor,
and good morning all.
Times do change
for better or worse.
So I savor my time
to be at peace with the world.
As I step back to reflect
on past time in life.
A simple life is where happiness is found.*
© 2016 Willard Wells
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Peering into the night
of Naval, Biliran.
I am reminded of time
gone past that wants
to draw me near.
Streets are dark
lacking substance,
along with any human touch.
Yet it draws me into thoughts
of yesteryear, places
frequented in my life
A simpler time,
with no cell phone.
A wave to the neighbor,
and good morning all.
Times do change
for better or worse.
So I savor my time
to be at peace with the world.
As I step back to reflect
on past time in life.
A simple life is where happiness is found.*
© 2016 Willard Wells
Simply is good, but much suffering and poverty
