Tania Britton


Lost


I thought I'd write
I'm told that it's good
To release the inner
self................less..ness

I thought I'd write
I'm told that I can
To go with the flow
Let those creative juices blow

I laugh at my whimsical
well, interesting
outlook on life
My kids laugh at me

The old man
sits over there
rolling his eyes
not losing a hair
Well not that we can see

The tv's blaring
in the background, I hear
But I have some thoughts
to deliver out there

I'm giggling again
at the way this is going
perhaps to much like
Dr Seuss I fear

I'll finish this
another time
No more to say
Next time drinking lemon and lime

Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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