With Thanks

Neither the men nor the women

Ever said a “Thank you”

To some important things in life.

They run helter-skelter to meet their targets

But forget to thank their shoes

Weary; bearing their feet smelly.

Neither men nor women pause

To smile, once they finish their lunch

At the water jug that had quenched their thirst.

Few ever had waited to check

If the chairs they were seated on

Are left arranged neatly, waved them good bye.

Yet, how can anyone ignore the trash bin

Which always kept their secrets as secrets?

They hardly thank the city lights

That made the night shine bright

There is way more to go, but often stopped

At the traffic light turned red.

Move again with expectations

Remember them as you reach home safe.

Published in Rhyvers Beat e-zine nov2022

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