Same Walk
poem by:
R.T. Aquinas
Written
on Feb 07, 2018
It's so boring. It's so plain. It's the same walk every day. I see the same cats lying in the path, snoring. I see the same faces as I walk down the lane. I see the same children as in their gardens they play. It's always the same. But at least it's peaceful In this small village of lovely people. I hear beautiful birdsongs But alas, it is always the same.
Tags: Happy, Sad, Love, Imagery,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 9:21pm
......until one day.......it's not the same.... .....good poem..
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Feb 08, 2018 at 1:42am
i like this one piece
The Wave Poet
commented on Feb 14, 2018 at 3:11pm
Loved the feeling it transmitted
