We sit at the table drinking our coffee,
Talking to each other with love and laughter.
My back is to the wall,
So I look around the coffee bar,
Looking at all the people.
All are talking with each other,
As my wife and I are.
There is a lone lady,
But she smiles as she drinks her coffee
And reads her paper.
Then the reality of this moment hits me,
It is so unusual.
All are looking at each other,
Smiling, laughing and talking,
Talking a skill that seems to be lost,
And there is not a ‘phone or pad to be seen.
Such a rare day,
Such a rare day indeed.