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Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Modern Times
Oh, how time flies
In front of our very eyes
Running around makes none the wise
So, just take a seat, relax, fill your supplies
There is no resistance
For these modern times
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Waiting
Important meeting to decide one’s fate?
Maybe a secret hideaway, for a coffee date?
Watching, waiting, by the gate
Why, oh why is my destiny late?
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Empty Seats
Finally, the storm has passed
The remaining overcast
Will not for long last
Moving on, is our goal
After all, it is good for our soul
And faster and faster, we stroll
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Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
When it Rains…
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
Rantings Of A Third Kind 