Monday, October 21, 2013

End of the Day

A rare early day home
The sun was sitting off the horizon
My children playing in the yard
Asking for nothing more than my time

Pushing the swings, throwing a ball
Supper still an hour away
I take a minute to watch the sky
In the grass we all lay

Look at that one, daddy!
The colors are beautiful
I see a rabbit, I see a girl
My children’s views are real

As I agree with their imagination
It is only clouds I can see
Some time ago it seems
I lost the ability to believe

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