A routine,
well enjoyed,
the same scene,
sways all voids.
Everyday
like the last,
time delays
yet runs fast.
Feel so trapped,
yet play coy,
a well wrapped
free will choice.
Perfect weeks
become months,
years soon sneak
bits of fun.
Life parades,
cycles swirl,
would not trade
for the world.
Patterns pace,
groove, and flow.
Peaceful face,
pure smile grows.
Holidays,
come and go,
each moon phase,
brings a glow.
Every night,
always shines.
Keep delights,
free confines.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published November 04, 2021