at least the clouds are
smiling back

they have faces and
souls
and they stare back from their
blue canvas,
down on his *****, snot-smeared face

It’s a warm
sunny day
but the
bottom of the shallow, dry well
is cold and full
of critters

Well, no problem. The sky is so
pretty with all its smiling
faces that he
won’t even cry. He’ll stay there
and look up. Still waiting
for mother to return and
pick him up

Still waiting

Smiling back at the clouds

Still waiting

You exist, as the seconds tick

conscience on the words, being read

the world is still, your soul at peace

countless thoughts swirl inside your head.

But right this second, across the Earth

a being sleeps , caught in a dream

at the other end, where the sun's emerging

a child awakens, to a cuckoos scream.

At this very moment, in a different land

tears are flowing down anothers cheeks

& as you read, under a different sky

a human smiles, at a memory

soon this moment, you spend in time

will cease to exist, like fading mist.

& this split minute, spent like a dime

is a distant memory in your mind.......

i sat in the park one fine sunny day
watching all the children as they began to play
swinging on a rope hanging from a tree
swinging in the air as happy as can be.

up down the slide. sliding from the top
sliding to the bottom as they begin to drop
it brought back my memories when i was just the same
when i was very young and life was just a game .

i watched them for while as happy as can be
having lots of fun just the same as me

Suddenly everyone knows your song
the one you kept to yourself for so long
and now
it's not your song anymore,
it's
his song
her song
their song,