Choices Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Choices
Choices don’t always result in predicted joy.
Sometimes sparkling champagne lacks fizzle.
Hopes can deflate with a tendency to annoy.
Like eating a prime steak with lots of grizzle.
Great write here Theresa. In such a short format you make me look at my choices I've made......step back........and laugh at the grizzle.......Sometime you pay for prime rib...... and you get is......rump roast.... : O)
Your description suits well, I agreed. No wonder people make lots of choices only to be disappointed.9 it is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 6:46:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This made me giggle, thanks :)