PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

 Slow streets wandered on slothful afternoons,

Carried nowhere by willy-nilly meanderings,
Balmy afternoons thus spen in the summertime
Alone but not lonely, contented within my own skin,
Satisfied with my emotions in the later years of life,
Sometimes just a frog on a log basking in the sunshine,
Nowhere special the perfect place to idle at sundown,
Each day a peaceful paradise in a perfect universe,
Perceptions not facts creating the reality of my cosmos,
Having perfected the art of doing nothing on purpose,
I wander aimlessly towards the realization of the end.