Food for Thought
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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