CRYING
They ask me how I’ve known,
Where my towel had flown.
They hear my painful cries, and me they do despise ,
When soap gets in my eyes.
The bath is not the place they say, to wash my graying hair,
Whatever they say I go in all the way and as long as I can, I stay there.
Now, when I’m dry, you’ll never hear me cry,
For I’m without a care.
So I smile and say, this old lady cries
When soap gets in her eyes.
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I CRY TOO WHEN SOAP GETS IN MY EYES
I DON'T UNDERSTAND I KNOW ITS ONLY A WRITE
BUT HOW CAN ANYONE DESPISE A WONDRFUL
LADY LIKE YOURSELF
lOVE & PEACE BE WITH YOU
wILLIAM
Thanks for the sharing.
Love Ch'erie
Thanks for sharing.
Tavia.
I love it!
Hugs
From
Kay
Be safe,
Karen
Whilst running my bathwater, I wash my hair and rinse in the flowing water from the faucet. :) SHUT YER EYES and the soap won't get in. I hope. :) An adorable write.
'Course, like Stan Grimes said, be glad you have hair. :) Just got mine cut yesterday, so don't need as much shampoo......LOL Less likely to get soap in me eyes.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
counts;-) Just watch that soap it can really burn;-)...fun poem!
Love,
Eileen