April 25, 2017

Poem (Worry)

Is it too big? Are they too small?

Do they like me enough or no not at all?

Will my plane come down or burst into flame?

Is my memory going? I’ve forgotten my name!

Are they laughing at me or just having fun?

Will skin cancer get me if I go out in the sun?

Did I leave on the gas, will my house explode?

I need some cash but can’t remember the code

Will the kids get home safe? Are they at school?

Does he like my ideas or think I’m a fool

If the traffic’s too bad I know I’ll be late

When is her birthday? What is the date?

Am I safe on the tube? What’s lurking there?

What if I die? Would anyone care?

My hair is a mess; a new do is too dear

My skirt is too tight that much is clear

That man is too close, what does he want

That memo I sent; I used the wrong font

At last I’m at work and miserable of course

So much worry. Like a wooden horse,

It gets me nowhere, that much is true

But let’s be fair, its something to do.

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

About widowbuddy

I'm learning about myself and about life every day. I write a blog on www.widowonline.com (You are not alone) for something to do and I write poetry because I enjoy it.

Category

life, Uncategorized

Tags

,