Who Cares (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

aptly said

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

There can be plenty days like this, good thing that there's tomorrow, Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Thats right and on the way up off her arse, give it a swift kick for me...Ed

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Been there done that, a good nights sleep and warm, sunny weather will do it for me...excellent writing Eileen
peace and love, Carole

Reviewed by Henry Lefevre

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Ah yes. If we could only control out attitudes as well as we would like to. C'est la vie.

Hank

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

You expressed how I feel much more eloquently than I could. I am there with you right now. All I want to do is sleep to avoid the world. Love, Janet

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Tomorrow will be born fresh no matter what challenges it will pose to you. One must get off his arses. Wonderful and rather intertaining poem. GBQ

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Eileen,

Who cares? The Lord does; I do. :)

A most entertaining write, and the sun will shine tomorrow. Brimming with humor and hope. Well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

It's probably time for all of us to get off our arses, Tiger Lily!

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

okay, it's me, isn't it? I've been working hard to pull myself out of a funk the last couple of days...

Susan

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

oh George did it again...have to ditto him or steal his words..lol!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

This is how I feel this morning. Tired but I slept all night. I think it's spring fever.

Your poem gives us a chance to know others are lik us. You make it a group meeting so I'll just bet you provoked a lot of thinking with this poem..

Susan

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Funny write, Eileen; very well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Well now, I do believe that you have the right solution to the drudgery of the sort you have described herein,, sleep, waking to a new day. I quite understand the sentiment behind these words, sometimes we just have to ask ourselves, "What's going on here?"

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Lol, I can laugh because I recognize myself! Isn't it amazing what a difference a day makes(Martha Washington?). Great write!

Lin

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 14, 2006

Some days are like that and a good nights sleepl lets us start anew..

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on March 13, 2006

Excellent attitude, Eileen! Put flame to a vanilla-scented candle, watch the shadows dance on the wall, snuff it, and dream in vivid design.

Sage