Drifting in my little boat
with troubles far behind
Casting out my yellow jig
and fish upon my line
Up ahead the children play
they swing upon the tire
Laughing loudly as they splash
their zest for life afire
Nothing can compare to this
It’s healing for my soul
A quiet time to sort things out
for me to self-console
Hours pass in random thought
and no one seems to care
Soon its time to go back home
it doesn't quiet seem fair
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno
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