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Mar 2012
Windmill blades
turn in the sun

shredding air with ease.
The man
looks out

of the window
at the land ahead,
full of aspirations

he hopes to reach.
His wife nearby
sees the same view.

Wishes on display on
this balmy July morn.
London, far away

ticks along swathed in grey
as it did decades before.
The man hopes to return,

sit in cafés, chuckle
as men with briefcases
scuttle around like cockroaches.

Some things never change.
That's OK though
isn't it?

Here with his partner
looking out, content,
a smile appears on his wise face.

Thirty years in the past
he thinks of future times.
Still the same.
Still standing.
Written: March 2012.
Explanation: At the request of a friend, I wrote this poem. I'm sure many more poems about people I know will be written in the future.
Reece AJ Chambers
Written by
Reece AJ Chambers  27/M/Northamptonshire, England
(27/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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