What you say
about me
reflects more on you.
Onion Breath.
What you say
about me
reflects more on you.
Onion Breath.
When opposing views are shared
in the waiting room
the staff might have to fear
that an altercation is imminent.
Thankfully, the gentleman
just decided to talk to another male
instead of arguing with me.
An opinionated old woman.
He can take his Archie Bunker style of humour
and shove it up his A@#.
Crisp Autumn leaves
scatter the ground.
Cooling soon to be winter
breezes snake through the trees.
Sounds of the fading summer
gently die off in the distance.
One step forward
wearing the comfortable sweaters.
Another step sipping
the hot chocolate or cider.
Whichever is your preference.
Boots encounter a smelly mess
making you realize
you should have walked along the non-dog path.
Any mishap.
Hurt the leg.
Break the arm.
Concussion time.
Bruise the tailbone.
Black eye.
Feet failed and this is the result.
Running around.
Finding errands.
Turning a loss.
Being a hooligan.
Loads of rubbish.
Against all odds.
Greeting a new day.
Babbling gobbly de gook.
Be kind.
Leave some behind.
The next kiddo you see
will want some please.
The bowl is ours.
We will refill every hour.
But candy is so sweet
let everyone have a treat.
Life is not fair.
Life is made up of choices.
Somedays I can make an attempt.
Today is not one of those days.
Typically part of any outfit worn.
Sometimes found while eating.
Even after brushing them
your phone or tablet
will still be covered in it.
Making whatever electronic thing to be done
that much harder.
Easier when you have some.
Starting with nothing is where begging comes in.
To get a loan, you must have something.
Collateral.
Otherwise, you are left with asking for a job.
Sympathy comes easy.
Empathy draws you in.
Stories are told.
Friends may be made.
Yet, even though we are ultimately alone
we might be able to understand
someone else sometimes.