Lazy Afternoons

The other day I stepped outside
when I heard the birds chirrup
and saw the petals glitter
it made my memory fly

back to the days of Lazy afternoons
when the wind was warm
and the ground firm under the feet
and the colors lit the eye

those swings in the backyard
fresh flowers every morning
dew drops on each petal
calm running by

those cheerful evenings
when people talked
of days that went and were to come
who knew what was to sigh

And now I stand here
in an unknown world
killing each second of the passing time
who knows who is alive.