Consoling In The Evening
It was evening light
Sunshine, little in sight
Walking down, deemed tight
All things being right.
Climate was cool,
I saw a boy on the side walking from school
Home tired, took a long walk
People going home, heard a talk.
Two in exchange of words
All home, even the birds
Telling to each other, discussing issue
One in hand with a tissue
Paper wiping tears, with miss you
Note lost was a person, his dear one
Consoling was the other, calling him son.
I thought what could have been
All things that were seen
Loosing a dear one, non could replace
Since it has already taken place
I moved with this question from place to place.