The Skill of Writing
It’s no longer the rage
To put ink on the page
Now that tablets have the sway
For some never again
Will they search for a pen
Just to make a little note
They’ll just get a new app
That will deal with all that
Nothing personal
But they just don’t have time
They are in such a rush
With no time to discuss
The finer points of this crime
But the day it will dawn
When they’ll come over forlorn
For a language they can no longer write
The Smiling Man
The joy of it all just made him smile
As he sat on that wall for quite a long while
He saw mothers with babies held in their arms
And fathers right by them in relative calm
An old deck chair seller snored under a tree
While people sat down on his chairs without fee
Small birds in their dozens just pecked at the sand
Searching each grain for food to be found
Waves on the foreshore ebbed back to the sea
Pulling at pebbles that longed to be free
Bathers with goggles created a sight
As they snorkeled around in a swell that was light
Here were some pictures some moments in time
That captured his thoughts at least for a while
As he sat all alone on that wall.
Thought to Ponder – Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. – Leo Buscaglia
Music on You Tube – Steven Sanchez – Until I found You
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