Perfect Days

In neon glow, a city sleeps, A man awakes, his spirit deep. With broom in hand through silent streets, He finds the peace that morning greets. His days are simple, each the same, Through quiet work, he fans a flame. Each cleaned space, a sacred trust, In every act, he finds the just. He strolls the park, the sunlight streams, In mundane moments, life redeems. A niece in need finds refuge here, Their laughter rings, connection clear. He teaches her, as days unfurl, Each present moment, a precious pearl. "Now is now," his wise words ring, In simple times, joy's offering. His life unfolds, each day anew, A lesson taught, but felt by few. In daily tasks, the truth he finds, A perfect day in humble binds. He strolls the park, the sunlight streams, In mundane moments, life redeems. A niece in need finds refuge here, Their laughter rings, connection clear. He teaches her, as days unfurl, Each present moment, a precious pearl. "Now is now," his wise words ring, In simple times, joy's offering. His life unfolds, each day anew, A lesson taught, but felt by few. In daily tasks, the truth he finds, A perfect day in humble binds.