Day 323 - Tuesday at the Lawyer's Hand

Sit yourself down here, sir

And we shall take care of the rest

We will get the fairest deal I am sure

I promise we will fight the fight, best

They disappear and you gaze on in

At the plush little haven you are given

It seems safer here than out there

In the world with the harsh whatever The problem that brought you in here

Is hidden for a few blessed minutes

How well quiet can quell your fear

And stop you from falling to bits

Day 195 - Shopping Cart Saga

There they are, lined up and waiting for you

They have not an ear, nor an eye to blink

They just stand there asleep in their long queue

Shh, listen, even their snores are in sync

Until you arouse them from their slumber

They squeak and rattle, protesting their fate

To be used as tools, for hauling lumber

No wonder they seem so fully irate

They smash into cars and they roll away

They dislike people who never agree

They do their best to stay out of the fray

The only thing they want is too be free

If you were a shopping cart with four wheels

Would you stop to consider how it feels?

Note: Today's photograph was taken by the poet, and the poem written by the photographer. We hope you love it =]