A Sunday For Myself
A sudden whim, a quiet start,
I step into the crowded mart,
Where storefronts set a gentle glow
And endless streams of people flow.
No need to buy, no prize to seek,
Just passing through another week,
Unfolding in a quiet gaze
The wonder of these modern days.
They say we are poor, yet here I stand
Where fixed price tags meet eager hands,
No bargain sought, no words delayed,
As life moves through this grand arcade.
Women with handbags slung just so,
Men carrying bags as on they go,
Friends linked in laughter, walking free,
And families bound in harmony.
Up escalators, smooth and wide,
The steady footfalls softly glide,
The newly wed, the middle aged,
In animated talks engaged,
Young lovers whispering sweet replies,
And grandparents with patient eyes,
Holding small hands that leap and bound,
While children spin the world around.
Without a judgment, clear and calm,
I watch this lively, human psalm.
They flock to cafes, grab a bite,
Where dining feels so swift and light,
A contrast to my younger years,
When such delights, it now appears,
Lay far beyond our modest reach,
Yet time has gentler truths to teach.
No bitterness, no dark envy,
Just sweet, nostalgic memory,
A quiet joy in seeing how
The world has grown so lively now.
And so I sit, untouched and free,
Sipping my hot Gourmet Kaapi,
No heavy thought, no hurried pace,
Just reflection in this open space.
Before I leave this bright retreat,
I step away from noise and street,
And wander where the mirrors gleam,
To try a shade, to catch a dream.
A solo soul in bustling light,
I brush a gloss, adjust the height,
And for a fleeting, celluloid space,
A star looks back from my own face.
No red carpet, no cameras near,
Just magic in a mirror clear,
A tiny thrill, a grand display,
My own celebrity today.
The world may rush, the crowds may roam,
I've had my time, and now I'm home.
Tomorrow brings the usual pace,
To fight the blues and take my place,
To leave the weekend left behind
And face the world with steady mind.
But today was mine, fully and free,
A quiet Sunday made for me.
