No fish and chips of Friday night
Life in the slow lane
Without much fighting
Less charged with barren pain
Sweet the taste of peace
Bitter the discarded regrets
No broken glasses
Empty vases
Still waiting for spring’s flowers
No late night music on Friday night
Life in the slow lane
Without much dancing
Less charged with screaming pain
Sweet the taste of peace
Bitter the discarded tears
No broken hearts
Empty starts
Still waiting for the total sum of the parts
No sitting at the kitchen table on Friday night
Life in the slow lane
Without much chancing
Less charged with wild wishes
Sweet the taste of peace
Bitter the broken words spilled
No fragmented dreams
Empty souls
Still waiting for tranquillity whole
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-13.
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