Sitting on a lonely bench,
watching as time silently walks by.
Better times have come and passed-
laughter and joy
on the unsinful child.
Moments of folly…..Madness too.
A chill in the air makes me shiver;
the sun is out, waiting to warm the day.
Movements slow that start the day.
Fleeting moments come to mind,
that drew sketches of lavish lines-
colours that sparkle and shine
Thru a rainbow of light.
A choir of sounds reach my senses:
Rustling trees that speak to me,
Gentle patter of high heeled steps,
The chimes of glass as coffees are made,
A hawkers cry as he sells his wares
