Sometimes it doesn't turn out
not exactly how you want it
you thought you were fine
and you were for some time
but it's never quite perfect. . .
Is it?
Every so often time goes by slowly;
dragging your feet
ever so slightly.
The good went by swiftly
And the worse slumps on your front door
Not leaving or moving an inch.
But you drag it inside.
It hasn't left
it will remain.
For quite some time.
2 comments:
Why let the worse in?
Why hurt at all?
Invite the good to stay a while for a cup of tea.
Maybe this time it'll stay.
Mmmmmh. . . have you read this poem before? —> http://www.poemsonly.com/poems/iptherace.php
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