Two Chairs

I don’t remember the street being so old
I don’t remember the basement feeling this cold
I don’t remember the sign in the grass
Better slow down, son, you’re going too fast

And the smile on their face means so much more
We’ll watch TV like we never did before
With the volume way up high
If no one moves, we never have to say goodbye

But maybe I’ll be the one to mop up the floor
The crumbs and the plums and the soup du jour
Stand out as a moment in time
All the way back to before I could rhyme

So if you are the one who makes the sun shine
My thoughts become yours and yours become mine
We can watch the cars go past
Set up two chairs and let the moment last.

About Paul

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14 Responses to Two Chairs

  1. This was a fantastic poem, Paul. Loved it. Well done!

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  2. Aww that was such a sweet little poem, Paul!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ely says:

    This poem felt like A fresh Sunday picnic at the park with family and there’s laughter and birds chirping from the tree right above the picnic table and there’s a breeze and shade and a game of volleyball in the background and there’s a lake and every now and then a fish jumps up and surprises everyone… lol I don’t know that’s just where it took me. Thanks. I’ve needing that kind of escape! I’m probably way off but hey. Lol 😆

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  4. Little Rants says:

    I miss Paulo. Please bring him back?

    Liked by 1 person

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