This Summer Evening
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009
Life is peachy
Sometimes it reaches out to greet me
Sometimes it feels itchy
Some times
Life is bitchy
Suntan leaves a stain on my shirt
Some times goes too slow when at work
Since times
Have been treacherous
Searching for the treasures were there are none
To be found
Not on land, not in sea, not over ground
Life is easy
When my smoothy slithers down my spine
On the inside - and I feel fine
It's like a greeting - this summer evening