The Sweetest Joy
Salud to who we don’t have to perform for,
wiping off makeup and the masquerade.
The joy’s quality time and nothing more,
a picnic lunch by the sea the day’s made.
Maybe all we do is just talk and talk
laughing endlessly into the sunset.
Our casual shoes were made for this dock.
That random hooky day’s a clever ploy,
a simple moment fills me with such joy.
Happiness derived from a day at shore
making memories that will never fade.
The unexpected is always in store,
wild are the moments I would never trade.
Caught inside the hustle of the boardwalk,
or on the shore lying back on a blanket.
We don’t ever pause to look at the clock.
Work hard play harder for the sweetest toy,
sharing with your friends all that you enjoy.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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