USELESS…
Don’t know my place,
This morning that is the case,
Should I go out today wearing lace?
Better though I should clean my face…
Where do I go?
Where do I head?
When I get there, will I know?
Will I know what is to be said?
Is this a test, feeling useless?
I really must herein confess,
I don’t know what I do feel,
Not exactly as I am under duress,
If I were to say anything more,
I think that I would surely digress…
© ed ~ 10/4/04
Love Tinka
Your friend,
Scott
you, sir, are not useless. there is a reason you are here--i would like to think it's to bring smiles to everyone's face through your writing. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Amy