observation

 The Sun Shines Warm

The sun shines warm at 3 o’clock.
I rest from work and watch my guy.
Once in a while, he meets my eye.
He makes his noises, does his walk.
He’s twenty-four and doesn’t talk.
And there’s no use to question why.
The sun shines warm.

At times I dream of what would shock,
That he’d be granted speech on high.
But I awaken with a sigh,
No magic key we can unlock.
The sun shines warm.