Whining
Well, here I sit a dateless wonder
My entire life I get to ponder
Why I can’t find a mate
While crazy ideas come out of my pate
I seem to always show up late
For my very own future fate
Is this my eternal destiny
That I can’t get anyone to phone me
I have even cleaned up my act
But no one wants to join me in a pact
Of life everlasting in misery
Oh, oh, woe is me
It is a cute write --- hope you've made a pact in the last five years.
Kathy
Be safe,
Karen
~ Sara
Regis
George
I like your poem, after reading it a few times it took on an interesting cadence. I sometimes think that words are the means by which we march our feelings out into the world. Left, right, left, right, left...out the door they go. It's much easier to look at them when they're outside.
I enjoy your humor a lot. (I enjoy my share of whining too! :o)
Jill C
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
I enjoyed reading this.
Love, Hugs and Smiles
Patty