I’ve Grown
I’ve grown tedious this year,
And seeing this I see so clear,
The same old me, the same to see,
Oh god, I beg, do not get near.
I’ve grown tedious by day,
So quiet today,
The day that is still, so long to fill,
So, please, by god just keep away.
I’ve grown tedious to all,
I hear one million of you call,
“Dear God it’s you, what can we do,”
You run and scream; you trip and fall.
I must say this before I leave,
If baskets God needs then for God’s sake weave.
And weave for all goodness,
Just weave till you leave.
I come from a line of great sticks in the mud,
My parents and siblings all do what we do,
My grandpa when spent was covered in crud,
And I, in my life, am glad to bore you.
YAY! You're posting again!!!! I thought you might've abandoned the whole idea of blogging.
ReplyDeleteThis isn't as dark and bleak as some of your poetry - or what I remember from all the way back in college (it feels like forever and a day ago...) Of course, I also remember pestering you relentlessly about choosing HAPPINESS, but I won't annoy you now.
Are you still writing? I hope you post some more of your old poetry and your short stories as well as some NEW STUFF.
Keep blogging!!
Laurie