it's weird the things that
pester your mind
just when you thought you had
it all sewn up...
you tell yourself you are this
generous and big-hearted person
well maybe
on some days
and then you remember the kid
in fifth grade that rushed up
asked for a five pence loan
was all I had left
but I did it, didn't I
believed her
that she'd pay it back
in the morrow for sure
but she wasn't at school
the next or the next
and I'm still inanely
mad at her
and at myself
as she knew
she was moving
the very next day
and man was I
miffed
but you know I
couldn't give tuppence
about the coin -no
'twas the principle
of the matter
wasn't it
she knew she
would never
pay it back
so why lie
I would have given her
way more
had I known it was
her last day
Just an off the cuff poem. Inspiration came from reading a poem just now by Natalie:
https://hellopoetry.com/nataliestilescarmona/where I left this comment: You are indeed worthy of being called a muse of sorts for my head is rattling around with all kinds of possibilities - but the little ping pong ***** haven't formulated into much in the way of sentences yet - but it is coming - yes, I think something is emerging. Bit longer than I expected so will post it as a poem and give you the credit for the inspiration - lol
