The Pretty Saturday

I am home.
My room is quiet.
There are familiar faces.
There are familiar voices.
The light of the sun is happy.
The rest of the world is hungry.
I’m OK, you’re OK, we’re OK.
We play a good song in our mouths.
Our friendship is not lost in the road.
The pretty Saturday is you and me.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to The Pretty Saturday

  1. Your poems always attracts the writer in me. Simple yet amazing!

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