Lonely Chairs at Beachwalk . . .

For some reason,

as I cruise through Beachwalk,

I notice that front porch chairs

are a recurring theme on all

of them . . .

And the chairs are all empty.

Didn't find one home

with people sitting

on their porches.

Maybe sitting on porches

is a lost art.

Maybe people prefer not actually looking

at each other as they talk . . .

sometimes incessantly,

at least on their cells.

Or probably, people have forgotten how to relax

and enjoy having nothing to do.

It seems I never have time to relax.

I don't know what to do with myself

when there's "nothing" to do.

There's always "something' that needs

to be done. ALWAYS! Work, work, work . . .

These chairs, if they could talk,

what would they say?

Maybe they'd say "I was hoping

for company. "

Sad, isn't it?

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30But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
31Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
32Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven.
33But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven. Matthew 10:30-33