I Wish
By Mike TroyThere is a place where poets walk
And talk the talk that poets talk.
It isn't far or hard to find --
It lives in every heart and mind.
It's near a little hardware store
That always has an open door;
And from the door it's just one hop
To a magic coffee shop.
And while we're wishing, let's just say,
Next door we'll have a French cafe.
Out back, a bookshop on an alley
Completes our local Place Pigalle.
At sidewalk tables, people natter
Of anything that doesn't matter
In a dusky limelit time
Where dogs don't bark and poems rhyme.
Feel the pleasing rhyme and rhythm
Of human living that's filled with them.
Through all seasons, in all weather,
Living is what we do together.
So grab a table, take a cup,
Pull up a chair and fill a dish;
Lift your face -- the sun is up,
Close your eyes and say ... I WISH.
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Comments
Did you really rhyme
Did you really rhyme "rhythm" and "with them" ?!? Well done, my friend . . . .
Peter Kirkpatrick