Musings by The Poet Loriet
Amnesia
I don't remember how
to play the game of love.
How do I always end up
the sore loser?
"They" say you can be
lucky in love, but
I think I lost my
rule book.
As soon as I get ahead,
I draw the card that reads,
"Go back to START."
While the other players
frolic in Candyland,
I'm still rubbing sleep
out of my eyes and
standing at my kitchen sink
brushing my teeth.
Lori Beal
to play the game of love.
How do I always end up
the sore loser?
"They" say you can be
lucky in love, but
I think I lost my
rule book.
As soon as I get ahead,
I draw the card that reads,
"Go back to START."
While the other players
frolic in Candyland,
I'm still rubbing sleep
out of my eyes and
standing at my kitchen sink
brushing my teeth.
Lori Beal
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Amnesia
Amnesia