Sitting at a table
With chairs for only two
Sipping on our coffee
It's only me and you
What a great escape
In the middle of the day
We sit and sip our coffee
As if we were in a play
The world around us keeps moving
At it's steady pace
You can tell people are hurried
By the looks upon their face
No time to take it easy
No time to just kick back
Quiet and peaceful moments
Is what their hurried worlds lack
They have to be someplace
They check their phone for the time
I'm glad that hurried living
Is no longer a burden of mine
10-26-2014
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