Part Of The Hum

 

It seemed like they once

Could fly,

The sparkle

In the eye, the smiles,

During conversation

You quickly realized

They never turned the motor on,

Never knew they could

Get off the ground,

Like most of us

Spent their years

In that back and forth

Following dollars,

The odd beer, an indiscretion

Here and there,

Simply part of the hum

That keeps the hive buzzing.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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