Day: March 9, 2015

Winter’s End

All the wonders are tied up

Busy at the moment

And there isn’t enough time

Time to contemplate

Time to pine

For the answers

To the questions

Which we never really want to hear

The days will move onward

March towards the deafening end

Where sight and sound

No longer mean anything

And all thoughts, both good and bad

And free-floating

In pools of turmoil, but surrounded in bliss

Float like mindless ways

And pass everything along

For these are the numbered

The many

And the oh-so few

Just like the waves

Just like the music

Just like that fat old sun

And all the brightness

Of this once glorious day

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Coffee With A Friend

A friend stopped by

To tell me his wife had left him

I didn’t want to be rude

But, I had to ask

How long did he think she was going to stay?

For she was beautiful, he was not

How long did he think it would last?

For she was young, he was not

He said he figured it would last about as long as it did

So I had to ask him another question

How did he know this?

He looked up from his coffee

With heavy, tired eyes

He said he knew she would only stick around

As long as his money did

Then we sat in silence

And finished our coffee

© Dicky J Loweman 2015