Daily Poem 20/30

I asked my neighbor
How was your day? He looked up at the sky and answered.
Went to a car show.
Left early.
Wife had to take her mother out.
He didn't continue, but he missed her too much.
Kids grown and gone.
A few regrets on how they raised 'em.
"Just didn't talk to them--we just didn't know better,"
he once told me.
"You gotta say, 'this is grass. Grass is green.'
Now we know better."
Those two are glad
they've got each other.