Dreaming, waking up to a normal life,
Where mornings are busy amidst family strife.
Parents are ready for their daily schedule,
With kids to school, sharing a carpool.
The chime of the bells and the hooting hawkers,
The friendly banter from the nearby quarters.
A young lad zipping past with a pretty pillion date,
Attending lectures for which he is forever late.
The elderly are seen walking and joking,
The parks are full with the kids all chirping.
Tales from the old ‘bout their golden past,
And leave after having a morning blast.
Planning parties and travel destination,
Gate crashing buddies without hesitation
What was it that upturned the situation?
I'll pay you a fortune just for redemption!
Numerous Small things = one big impact. Well done writer! Or should I also say poet ! 😍☺️👏👏
Loved your poem! It is true, we are going to finally give value to all those small small things that play a huge part in our lives..... a simple yet an impactful account.