I sit and ponder
Often on these steps
Gaze out into a world
Of hectic pace and speed.
My life is tranquil and caring
As I follow the many
Park of green and leaves
Friends often come and play
Dogs day out
If only some owners
New the meaning of life.
And yet
I often prefer
These steps of cold
As I sit and ponder
If only for a wee while
Philosophy of mind
I often, do best.
By
Kirra © 2011
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