There's a half glass of orange drink
Deserted, on the table
In the company of the tree, reinvented
Into envelopes and letters and bills
Peppermint tea
To quell the burn that visits in the oesophagus
A stray college bag on the floor and it's accoutrements
Today's student prioritises phone, music, food, bankcard
In some order, hops nonchalantly on the bus
The mothers no longer wave them off or,
Re-tidy nets to sit in measured pleats on windowsills
But rush to work, or elderly parents, or dog walking
Or speed around demented
And do really, more than they are able
And they'd come to this conclusion themselves
If they ever had enough time to pause for a moment
And simply indulge in the ability to. Just. Think.

Poetry by LFD1
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Written on 2019-07-03 at 23:28

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
True! Sadly so.