And after the evening meal
We took down the sunshade
Turned off the lights
And watched for shooting stars
And so, if I grow old
And I’m disconnected from reality
If my memories are gone
And I think I’ve been abandoned
Lay me down in a field
Where there is no light pollution
And let me watch
The shooting stars
2 comments:
you've been eating to many magis mushrooms. Those stars are satelittes!
Lovely poem Roger x
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