Please do not wait for me to mourn For I have all too often borne The great expense of painting scratches With paint that rarely ever matches The original color of my car. Those darn carts shouldn't roll so far!
Great poem, Toe!!! The buggy may be my friend... but I hold grudges! *G*
Member Rara Avis
ok, I am embarrased! As I was off doing other things, it hit me. Maybe it was the drugs I did years ago! lol All of a sudden this just clicked, and I understood! Or maybe you're in rare form today and making my brain think too hard! heheh....Actually quite a good little message you left there!
Glen Hope, PA USA
Drinking a few to many of those Fosters are we Actually, it takes talent to write about shopping carts...perhaps you'll create a new line of poetry for Shopping Market ads...never know. This is a thought provoking piece.
------------------ Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints in our heart and we are never ever the same.
Thank you all for leaving footprints!!