You walked through streets without applause,
soft soles brushing against uneven ground.
The path turned left, then right again,
but you knew where it would lead.
You laughed aloud at a sudden thought,
nobody there to ask you why.
You solved your hunger, found a bench,
counted clouds as they rearranged themselves.
No grand witness marked the small triumph—
the zipper fixed, the sock softly mended.
Your thoughts curled inward, a resting cat,
while the day stretched quietly around you.
There was no story told to a crowd,
no need to turn the moment gold.
It was enough to simply exist,
to stitch joy unnoticed into your pocket.
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gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 2nd poem in the growing up in the 60's and 70's series
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enjoyed the read
Thanks for sharing your feedback Norman I appreciate it
most welcome
Times were different and ages were different. With growth comes obligations and the time of lazy wonder is replaced with worries and demands with some nostalgic reflections. Well done Gray
Thanks brother I appreciate it
You are most welcome Gray
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