Poetry

Perpetual Journey

Recycled garments unchanged in sight,

but more pleasant in their aroma

sit next to her on a seat

that absorbs vibrations

of familiar highways.

She allows the

outside wind to

tunnel through

cracked windows

providing noise to

occupy an anxious mind

on a mission. This repeated

journey to the place with bright,

and long corridors filled with scents

of chemicals that mask the pungent human

process is necessary. She enters the

room with fragile bodies aged

through time. Their faces

are diverse with sadness,

acceptance, wisdom,

patience and

possibly

hope.

The poem above is from Second Act Writings Volume 2 : Poems on Life, Love, and Other Musings now available on ebook at: https://books2read.com/u/bWBy6W AND on paperback at: http://mybook.to/SecActVol2Amazon