Wandering thoughts

This is about finding meaning in simple objects

The pansies sit in their pots,
the ladies gaggle and talk
the meal is served hot,
while I watch......

The mountains alternate bettween light and dark,
the black clouds threaten to burst,
the yellow beauties become yellower,
while I think......

The glasses have nothing to hide,
the bowl sitting majestically on the checks,
while the plastic spoils the show
And I worry......

The people come and go,
some in flocks,some in twos,
some who talk,some who dont
while I listen......

The pillars stand gaunt,
the chair looks slender,
while the peace is disturbed,
And life goes on......