A man filled of joy,
Put his work bag on the coffee table,
Put his paper on a shelf too,
The call of the seagulls at night,
The step of the kids,
The running of dog’s on the grass,
He put on the table.
The loud and funny people he put them on the table,
The man put his dream and worries too,
Plan for a Tuesday, he put there,
making of one of his apps he put there on the table.
The far houses and the loud neighbours too he put there,
The smell of a apple he put on the table,
The recipe for apple pie,
Put on top of the table his wife and boy,
His handicap dad,
He put on the table.
The table was cracking,
But it stood strong,
He keeps putting stuff on…
By Caelan
