Saw him pushing that cart,
his home base
Bottles and cans shifted as
he struggled with one wheel
spinning in the wrong direction
Was this the life he imagined?
Followed her down the aisles
as she carefully chose a bouquet of flowers
Something in her smile, the one
that never reached her eyes,
made me wonder about her journey
Was this the life she imagined?
That old couple there on the park bench
lost in quiet conversation and
joyful laughter as they shared an
ice cream cone in the afternoon sun
They seemed so content
Did life bring them everything they imagined?
And somewhere in the noisy primary class
a girl held up her masterpiece
the future she imagined
the subject, unimportant
the dream, everything
Anything still a possibility
photo: Public Domain Pictures
prompt: 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4, WP Daily Post, Five Minute Friday
Writing and Reflections 
Yes, most of us wonder if those that come before our eyes have been blessed with the ideals for life that we read about and wish well for them as they pass by.
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Don’t we, though? I always wonder what the story is behind the face. Some of that comes from teaching I think, but I do it all the time.
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I liked this enormously. Interesting conceit and excellent resolution.
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Thank you š
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Visiting from FMF #64 Glad I stopped by. Your poem evoked pictures in my mind. š
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Thanks
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I’m so glad to be your FMF neighbor this week. Thank you for sharing. Very thought provoking! Happy Weekend!
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Thanks! You too!
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