Tripping

by

Richard James Van Der Draaij

Tripping through the dark-veiled hour,
Slipping on the red-scent flower,

Tired and yet smiling.

Greeting house guests at the door,
Eyes turned slowly to the floor,

Offer them a beverage.

Making gestures, proud and free,
Self-assured, oh can you see

The energy within?

Chocolate cookies on a tray,
Thinking of what else to say,
To minds that will not come along,
With inner motions, feeling strong.

Alone and quiet in the room,
A sense of well approaching gloom,

The forceful strength of younger days,
Now covered in a well-known haze,

And sleep will come at last.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at People here from many Nations
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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