Musings by The Poet Loriet
Giving Me A Complex
Giving Me A Complex
As the car door slams shut,
I take a deep, cleansing breath
anticipating Spring air.
Instead,
the pungency of rotten flowers
assaults my nose!
Trapped in my work cubicle,
I stare longingly out the window
at the daycare children
creating chalk art
on the playground below.
I long to join them--
I draw awesome teddy bears
with pink hearts and paws,
holding balloon bouquets,
big plaid bowties
adorning fuzzy necks...
Oh, and beautiful rainbows!
(thanks to ROY G. BIV).
Instead, I sit at my stale desk,
sipping strong coffee,
the phone receiver irritating
my burning left ear...
as I explain for the FIFTH time
to a very pushy woman
why Medicare does not cover
a particular service!
I sigh, wondering
when life got so complex,
and long to get back
to a simple
Good Morning!
Lori Beal
As the car door slams shut,
I take a deep, cleansing breath
anticipating Spring air.
Instead,
the pungency of rotten flowers
assaults my nose!
Trapped in my work cubicle,
I stare longingly out the window
at the daycare children
creating chalk art
on the playground below.
I long to join them--
I draw awesome teddy bears
with pink hearts and paws,
holding balloon bouquets,
big plaid bowties
adorning fuzzy necks...
Oh, and beautiful rainbows!
(thanks to ROY G. BIV).
Instead, I sit at my stale desk,
sipping strong coffee,
the phone receiver irritating
my burning left ear...
as I explain for the FIFTH time
to a very pushy woman
why Medicare does not cover
a particular service!
I sigh, wondering
when life got so complex,
and long to get back
to a simple
Good Morning!
Lori Beal
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Giving Me A Complex
Giving Me A Complex
