Old Tree - Boyne River ~ Photo by Patrice

Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.

No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.

No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.

No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.

Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017