A simple short poem

Middle of the week vibe.

Looking at living a good life.

It's always a dream,

especially with cookies and cream.

Slap stick comedy for any illness,

it's the remedy.

No need for tears when life gets in years.

Even times change when you've walked a long range.

Shallow graves dug with shovels pushed down the throat like a drug.

How winds gentle breeze,

breathing slowly with ease.

Remembering random things dangling chicken wings.

Strangers all traveling on different directions stories unraveling.

Time still as a humming bird drinking the sweet nectar given.

Quenching life's desire to burn with hearts fire.

Beating wings of blur softly shimmering glistening fur.

Tender embraces savored like bite sized delicacies.

Imprinting lasting glimpses of longed lost feeling.

Life is short striving for something great able to pause and wait.