Sitting in June

As I sit in my chair sipping my twelve year scotch

munching on chicken wings my father cooked and bought

I reminisce and I think of times gone by

of victories and injuries and wins and tries

life passes slowly in the present no doubt again

while memories seem as if they speeded by as a train

self pity and sadness are useless emotions in the bag

we all sing Hello Lucy and hum to the rag

is there more or is that it to life

the conflict the reconciliation and the strife

I think I think I think too much too soon

Why worry about winter when you are sitting in June



Author: Ajay Ohri

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