Forlorn prose and Bleeding Rhyme...

There's never enough time, for our kids,

our grandkids, our lovers, or significant others,

so I wrote this poem:

There's never enough time,

Wanting you or not,

I've solaced myself,

Waiting for buses o Broadway,

Getting me to my 9:00 x 5:00,

My hat sometimes taking wing,

My dress dancing to an unheard

melody, while admirers look on,

Pegions squatted screaming

for more food, Always more food,

Not wanting the others to think

me Ordinary, I wore a mask,

I was an actress for sure,

I was Mary Tyler Moore.

There's never enough time

You busy in your world

Me busy in mine,

Wanting you, Or not,

To talk and to cuddle

Would answer my prayers,

I seem to have lost my

Tongue, my lips, my smiles

My eyes are lost without you,

I will find them only when you

return, I cannot find enjoyment,

My days soiled without you,

Forlorn prose and Bleeding Rhyme

Humor me, as I sing for you and

only you.