We Need All These

we need some flowers to ease the dimness
when darkness shrouds our thoughts

we need the moon's sheen to assuage the sickness
that invades our spirits
after a hard day's work
we need to unwind and relax and sit and watch
from our chairs the trees below
the winding paths
the fading of the light

we need the conversations
after the meetings
the closed doors that we finally open
the sound of steps leaving

we need the walk with someone
hand in hand
between the needed silence

we need the sound of spoons and forks
the sound of hot water from the teapot
we need all these to bring us again
to our youthful memories
about whatever good we once did
about whatever faults we have mended.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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