Saturday, September 01, 2012


Every drip is like a knife
that penetrates my brain
reminding me my stab at life
was clumsily in vain
a poorly botched fiasco rife
with rivulets of rain
that seep through a neglected roof
and pool in puddles of reproof

If only pennies could be shaved
to make required repairs
perhaps this structure could be saved
and prove somebody cares
so further worries might be waived
at least in terms of lairs
but as for other ailing forms
there's still a chance of future storms.


Laurie Kolp said...

Yes, there are many storms in life, but we get through them one step at a time.

rch said...

So true Laurie, thanks you rock!