All Over Again
Tried and tried, but couldn't make it work.
Retried, refried, rehashed knee-jerk.
Remarried, rehired, retrained to boot.
Did this, done that, and don't give a hoot.
So tired, still wired, coffee about to perk.
Tread so worn to where danger lurk.
Time for a wake over, makeover shot.
Time to piss, or get to off the pot.
Retired, rewired, red pistol hot.
Retread, not dead, give it all you've got.
For there's nothing sweeter than that still small sound,
When childhood comes creeping, … back around.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
4/6/03
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Tinka
~Nikki~
Peggy
always like to see the child stikl in the adult face.
Ahhh but then we get to be children for some again and for some of us for the very first time.. My father always told me.. Of course I never listened.. It is NEVER to late to live your childhood.. And he did..
By the way.. The green eyed monster was exactly what i was thinking when I wrote that last poem you commented on..LOL..
Great write here.
My compliments, fine piece...
Rodney Evan Bohen
For there's nothing sweeter than that still small sound,
When childhood comes creeping, … back around.
I'm tired myself....
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
- J -