Pine Away

Evening, the sky is glowing Underneath us the grass is slowing down On its way up to the sun. Lying around devoting Time to watching the stars exploding Into space one by one. Takes me to a distant place and time This is not the first time I have pine. Puts me in a distant state of mind, This is not the first time I have pined, I pine away. I love the older people, They seem to live in a world of simple life Where simple pleasures still belong. Years past, they contemplated How the world was less complicated Years before they came along. Takes me to a distant place and time I pine after my home, the yard The olden days, the faraway The stars that rain over it all I pine away