Sitting on the porch swing
the sun sitting at our feet
like a big old dog
drinking a Mint Julep
and singing along to
MOONLIGHT SERENADE.
Time too lazy
to even scratch its own behind
stands still
keeps us
forever here
as if here
is the only forever
that ever
is
(was)
...whatever!
Sweet memories...Time keeping a picture forever in our mind...or whatever! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another beaut donall. inspiring as per.