Open Poetry #49 |
Shaking Hands |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She drinks her coffee black, Still able to walk there and back, One hand holds her cane The other the saucer and cup Her sleeve has a stain Even if she doesn’t fill it up, She sips her coffee black And made a trail coming back. Gloom I asked her if she drank much coffee, She responded with a smile, spills more than drinks. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! As long as she keep drinking . . . er . . . spilling, she is still in the game. ~*~ There was a sign on the lawn at a drug re-hab center that said 'Keep off the Grass'. ~*~ |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
That explains her cat's curious hypertension. Touch, but don't look |
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Shhelley New Member
since 2014-03-09
Posts 2 |
I really like this. To me, I liked that as I was reading my mind created the face and what I seen made me smile. So glad I read this tonight. ~Shelley |
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