The wind blows
the Sun shines
blue skies above..
all is well..
or so it seems..
in this little part of the world..
For even the big cities
settle down and have some quietude..
On this Sunday afternoon
the surface seems generic
like any other day would..
I've always liked to pretend
that all is well
that in Life
I'm where I should be by now..
Oh well..
if I'm not..
at least I can still laugh out loud..
I can always count on you..
It's so easy to make you smile..
I think in another time..
in another part of the world..
I was the court jester..
a buffoon if you will..
Or maybe it's just me..
I'd rather laugh than cry..
There's too many tears that have been spilled
people drown themselves everyday
in seas of despair they have made..
Always have always will..
Joy can be found most anywhere..
certainly the dishes in the sink
appreciate the true meaning of being clean..
Light hearts walk with light hearted feet
they walk to their own kind of rhythm
their own kind of beat..
We pay no attention for attention cannot be paid
We may be poor in our pockets..
But, at least we're happy today--
~~the end
By Rick Weber
April 20, 2014
Easter Sunday
1517 hours
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