Easter Sunday Escape

A Poem by Onlyme

Easter Sunday and most of the streets

are quiet and empty.

But head to the coastline and

everyone is there.

Basking in the sunshine

kids playing on the beach.

Icecream and burgers

with onions the smell

is wafting in the air

As most folk are eating

them as you

pass them on the pier.

Some are on the amusement rides.

Even a horse and carriage is pulling

tourist along the promenade.

Someone young men are drunk already

and its only midday.

Turns out they are on a pub claw

as one of them is getting married

tommorow and this his is last day

of freedom with his mates.

Two old ladies are on there mobility scooters

driving like some nutty old people do.

In and out, around and about.

Fast and furious. Nearly running

into someone poor souls back of legs.

Young children with fancy helium balloons

in the shape of teddybears. Run past with

their young parents in tow.

Giggling and laughing out loud.

A young couple on bench.

Deep in a kiss.

Oh the memories of being a teenager again.

And so in love.

© 2019 Onlyme

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kentuck14

Dawn,
A wonderful sketch of human activity on the day of rest. Yes . . . it is escape . . . from the drudgery of everyday life . . . it is to our shame we cannot (or will not) learn to love life in all its forms. Human striving for contentment and meaning is part of mankind's curse. So we all come together on these days to commune separately . . . still enjoying our commonality.
Tom