My cousin the beekeeper began a social-media post with the words "I was supposed to have my honey!"




Have My Honey

I was supposed to have my honey

But she left town just yesterday

Said she was bound for greener pastures

Didn't want me gettin' in the way

Maybe she's headed for open desert

Phoenix or Tucson or Santa Fe

I was supposed to see my sunshine

But all my sunshine's turned to grey

 

I was supposed to love my baby

But somethin' happened that wasn't nice

We were plannin' to dance 'til midnight

But she put all those plans on ice

I gave my heart away for a song 

Now I'm payin' a terrible price

I was supposed to kiss my baby

She said Buster better think twice

 

So long my treasure my sweetest angel

Seems like we're really through this time

I'd pinned my hopes on us two forever

Forever so often can turn on a dime

A poet in agony can't find the rhythm

A lover in tatters has lost every rhyme

Good-bye my darling my friendly stranger

I doubt there's anyone sadder than I'm

 

 





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-25 at 17:52

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes one wonder as honey is to poetry and the bee is to the poet, in the time of producing and being thus separated, in its consumption and separation does the honey pine for its creator as the bee for its magnum opus.
2022-09-26