Upon the green fields of high rise condo’s.
With forest thick of protective undergrowth, it leads to a meadow of wild flowers.
The city streets envelope you into a shopping mall of suburban bliss.
The deli, the diner, the dinner table, you drive thru life never knowing what tomorrow will bring.
You hop a train, a plane, a bus into the future.
So many things I would like to say, so many things I could write all day.
But in the end its like each day, it is what it has been.
Tomorrow’s another day.
I HOPE one day my Son will read my posts, and know I think of him every day.
LOVE Dad ,, ….. the artist