SOMETIMES I LIKE TO DINE
I know that I like read,Sometimes I like to dine.
On word's that are sublimely,
Different from all of mine.
Like a wilting flower,
Waiting on the hour.
For the in-laws to come along,
To turn the water sour.
There's many words I never said,
Etched on my wrinkled forehead.
Guess I'll end up as a forgotten bard,
In the corner of some church yard.
There's many on poetbay,
I owe my sanity to.
The one's who read my postings,
I think that there's a few.
I'd like to thank all of you,
Including all the poets of bygone time's.
For giving me inspiration, Just
to let you know your always in my mind.
Short story by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-12-07 at 02:41
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