Sitting on my front porch
feeling the coolness of fall
another October is here
I have trouble remembering them all
The place I'm in now
so balanced and whole
Today is a good day
memories made - stories to be told
This is the good stuff
I want to hold onto the peace
even with turmoil around me
that seems to never cease
None of that matters
as I breathe in the night air
listening to the song of crickets
a moment without worry or care
Dressed head to toe in shades of grey
reflecting the melancholy of my heart
It doesn't even bother me now
that you and I are worlds apart.
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