Jim's

 



“Jim’s”

 

I dragged my self, through the door!

The carpet was new, they just swept the floor.

The mirror was clean, it was perfect straight!

I looked at it hard, my body ached.

The smell of coffee, hung in the room.

The pie’s I like, are warm and new.

The skies are clear, traffic light.

The breeze was blowing, pie's cooled just right!

I sat there waiting, for her to show.

I waited forever, till the early snow.!

This place was special, I’ll call it my mine!

A place called Jim’s, her’s and mine.

 

William J. Roney III

 

Copyright (C) 2019

 

View williamjroneyiii's Full Portfolio