I see the children, smiling and laughing
innocence on their faces.
The parents , loud and shouting
stressing their points.
Young couples , in the corners,
holding hands and whispering , in their
own worlds.
The old , very old , with their walking sticks,
hunched together , sitting quietly , staring no where , knowing , they have seen it all.

Me , I see them all through my eyes, blind eyes , from my mind’s eye. I smile to myself.
Well, that’s their world and my world, is mine.

IT’S MY WORLD
mk