La Dolce Vita Poem by Frank Sheehan
La Dolce Vita
It just doesn't
happen in Italy
It's here
in America too!
Living the good life
taking it easy
to savor things,
just wander.
Silky ice cream
on sultry
summer nights,
a bottle of wine
over dinner
indulging on a good
American burger with fries.
A few beers
while watching sports.
Enjoying existence
while time slows down
giving you perspectives
that boggle
the imagination.
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5/6/2024 8:50:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, things seem to happen this way. When we think about things, time slows down. When we live them, they speed up. Both come with age. I liked the poem.