A stolen flower from a garden,
twirled gently between my fingers,
five minutes of your time,
talking nonsense with words that make no sense.
The simple things are like oxygen,
helping us to thrive and live.
Without out it, we become void.
A double take from a younger lad,
to make you feel like age is simply numerical.
A door held open,
to remind you that your worth it.
A baby mesmerized by your strange look,
reminds you of your vitality, your protection, awakens you to reality.
The simple things in life are like finding nuggets of gold……..
when struck, a rush of wealth quickens your soul.