Table of Contentment
My mind is stressed, my nerves are frayed and it seems that
life is full of bad days.
I come home tired worn out and torn. I sit at my table with my head
in my hands and slowly drift off to a quiet peaceful land.
A place where rage gives way to peace.
I dream of blue skies and green rolling hills no crime no wars no one kills.
my mind drifts softly to places I've never went and my dreams fade
slowly one into the next. No one to hate, no one to resent, as I sit here
sleeping at my table of contentment
Copyright © Edward Mccall | Year Posted 2016
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