Miss to see the fallen leaves
Stomping on the puddled path
They trod away into the fog
It’s not the twinkling drop of rain
It’s not the fragrance of wet earth
It’s not the dancing daffodils
It’s not the beckoning rainbow
None can distract these hustled feet
But the shining penny and dime
For a loaf of bread and glass of wine
The list which then goes on and on
Two feet just stopped and turned around
'coz no dime could buy what they seek
For a while I was one of these; but no more
The hustled steps on cobbled street!
Super! Very very profound!
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