Monday, March 13, 2017

2 short poems

That One Little Thing ...

I lost the paper I had written
that tidbit of information on
perhaps I’ll have to search the garbage again
looking for that one little scrap that will make life
more worthwhile and then I see my
whole life is a metaphor for this search
constantly seeking that one little thing
I’ve lost or misplaced, like the cash that
dropped off my computer stand that day
and fell in the garbage pail beneath where
I finally salvaged it after two days 


Lets all mingle and hobnob
with the bigwigs
the ones we follow as leaders
hope and wait for the time
when they will follow me

and you will have become passe’