A fireboat goes zipping by;
A seaplane
glides across the sky.
Not many
folks around, but I
Am glad to
be outside.
A group of
sparrows swoop and fly
While joggers,
on a runner’s high,
Race past,
as, with a saddish sigh,
Some elders
must decide
If they
should sit or maybe try
To push
ahead, no longer spry.
I understand
their reasons why,
The past a
faulty guide.
The ferry
empties. Rules apply
For disembarking;
most comply.
My time for
heading home is nigh,
My food for
thought supplied.
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