Charmed

“Our lives aren't exactly meaningless,” she said,
Though we knew they were. We know they still
Are, even as we sip wine among friends, and chat
Pleasantly. Darkness is falling, but here we have
Lights. The streets far beneath us now mimic
Those movies we once watched as kids, with their
Zombies and thugs, but, so long as the waiters
Still serve and that charming young woman
Sings softly beside the piano, so long as
The temperature remains constant, we're
Not inconvenienced, and we don't feel
Guilty for leading such meaningless lives.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-29 at 19:55

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