Why Should Men Even Care?

I walked around roads by the road,

place that I had once known so indeed,

looking to observe those spots that I had heard

that more enchanting than recognized by the verbally expressed word.

I strolled through urban areas of cement,

waving by any stretch of the imagination of the unusual faces I risked to meet,

as I passed by trade openings,

looking to trade those products of old.

I stopped in a café so pleasant,

where they sold food bundles enveloped by leaves of palm two times,

the essential dish was that of plantain,

incorporating fish from the primary,

indeed incorporating seared fish from the principle.

Our beverage was the juice of the coconut,

which were bountiful in an abundance gone out of control,

our tune was the sweet woodwind somewhere far off,

drifting upon a demeanor of chance.

Somewhere far off I inhaled the fume of incense,

the delighting feeling so extraordinary,

I felt like I were drifting,

I could never again fathom my own significance.

Close by strolled my coconut heavenly messenger,

strolling as though riding upon some 12 PM merry go round,

as we as a whole walked around stars overhead winking,

feeling like we were dreaming.

What may I say that could sound any unique?

What might I at some point say that could mean any longer?

I felt like our encounters were paradise sent,

I yearned for the sweet joys that destiny held coming up.

Does time lost hold any significance?

For what reason would it be a good idea for us men even give it a second thought?

A canine lives for the occasion,

for what reason should men of any more know?