
City sails by in rear view mirror,
dried on our skin, we carried many an ocean tear.
Skyscrapers flicker with lights going on and off.
Nephew smiles and yawns,
niece’s excitement is not gone.
Seeing kids get new clothes makes me glad,
so much of the world is just tirelessly mad.
Driving down the road to the sound of soulful pop,
eyes alert for traffic and ready to stop.
Little girl take a shower and brush your teeth clean,
now, go to sleep near your stuffed bunny and floppy eared dog, you’ll lean.
Sail off to sleep,
with good memories, for you to always keep.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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