Sitting on the porch swing
the sun sitting at our feet
like a big old dog
drinking a Mint Julep
and singing along to
MOONLIGHT SERENADE.
Time too lazy
to even scratch its own behind
stands still
keeps us
forever here
as if here
is the only forever
that ever
is
(was)
...whatever!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-where-the-time-s-gone/
