the grocery clerk who
bags my things
the coffee man
who sometimes sings
postman, gardener, neighbors too
greeting me with
how are you?
all the lovely people
who lift me on my way
their nods, their smiles, their greetings
that brighten up each day
and as I lay my head to rest
my heart full, I must confess
my simple life
is richly blessed
tio stib
It’s good to hear where all the lovely people come from, Tio, and to know a bit of their purpose here– so unlike all the LONELY people in the Beatles’ song… Thanks for sharing this!
You’re welcome, thanks for stopping by.