Sometimes the weekends aren't long enough
and summer comes too fast.
Old friends forget to call
and memories don't last
But, life is worth living
Fall will soon draw nigh
Christmas season will be upon us
and angels' singing we will "hear from high"
Yesterday I loved a fall-themed painting
in the mall by a store called Coach
And remembered my mother buying one
of beautiful runnuculas totally beyond reproach
Don't you just love the new poetry
It doesn't seem to rhyme
But gives way to pictures in its time
But, enough trying to be poetic,
because my desk is a mess!
I'll spend a few minutes to do a pile or two,
then back to enjoying my Sundays too few!
1 comment:
Great poem! I didn't know that you were a writer!
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