Sunday evening, 3:00,
Took a stroll through the park;
Rainy clouds loom above,
Worries melt, rainy love.

Sun was out enough for me,
Felt the radiating heat;
Absorb my vitamins in rays,
Enjoy my slow humdrum Sundays.

In the park I see kids play,
Mothers talk, and voices say:
"...I know, I know, it's been too long..."
Feign concern of happened wrongs.

And by I walk, fading through,
Conversations poor and brew;
Children run, and parents mind,
Two perspectives blend and bind.

But does either really see,
How the other lives so free;
Attention paid seldom to,
The subtle rifts torn, than glued.

Grow apart, we always lose,
Individuate, diffuse;
Have our time and drink our wine,
Separate ourselves in line.

Though you may find space enough,
You'll never stop this line stuff;
On we must step, left foot, right,
Heavens gates won't promise quiet.

Stay close to your family,
Remember your family;
Escalator ever moves,
Almost to the top in tombs.