Shared with dVerse Poetics – rose. An ‘Afternoon Delight’ is a type of rose, apparently.
An afternoon delight used to be
a beer in a summer garden.
Music played through a window
and the sun hanging lazy into night.
Those tinted glasses of nostalgia
– what colour was that again?
Knowing that it may not be repeated
why continue to wish for it to be so?
As beer became a thing of the past
– a regret of wasted time,
an afternoon delight is a nap
now that the sun sets so quickly.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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