A Careful View

The sunset slants into the halls

Turning gold the exquisite walls

Illuminating the gentle arches

As nearby sway the tree’s branches

By a table, two people rest

Drinks in hand, dressed to impress

A book lies carelessly on the table

Unintentionally, to them label

The scions of society, the best of the best

Rich, relaxed, and with no stress

Able to enjoy with ample leisure

The evening and the sunset’s pleasures

I saw them as I hurried along

Moving to the pace of a working man’s gong

And in brief folly wanted to be

Exactly as they seemed to be

But then I turned to the view

They seemed to enjoy in their purview

And saw a road and common stacks

A certain charm it certainly lacked

But perhaps it was aptly placed

To remind these people of their place

Standing on high with nothing they lack

Supported by many an aching back

May K.