those good old days
they sit in the great room
watching golf with the sound
turned up rather loudly
commenting how none of the
golfers have visible tattoos
like so many other athletes
what’s this cloud they talk about
she queries
pointing at the microsoft commercial
airing on the television
what’s that he shouts back
the cloud she repeats
what is this cloud all about
beats the hell out of me he says
but I thought you knew everything
she says
for the last time he says
I once knew everything
now all I know is jack squat
picking up the remote
he turns the volume up even louder
march two thousand sixteen
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HaHa! Now that is funny!
Thanks, Daniella – so glad you think so!
BEAUTIFUL POEM. DREAMS GIVE LIFE…
thank you very much
nice!
thank you!
Both sad and funny at the same time… one day we are lost among binaries.
yes, without a doubt!