Fork is in the Road

Fork is in the Road

Fork is in the Road

If I’m not doing dishes or another stupid chore
I’m going to buy groceries at the downtown store
So busy and so fast I’m rushing thru the aisles
Just to find the band aids and the emery board files

It almost seems like wasted time to sit and wait in line
But after all if I was home, I’d probably just whine
I need some friends, I need some games, I need something to do
Instead of running here and there or otherwise in lieu

When I am done with buying things and putting them away
I wonder what else could be done besides mowing the hay
But by the time I figure out another thing to do
I’m thinking up some poetry for me to give to you

You see I write of everything directly under sun
It is these times in which I run from shun and have some fun
Most people who first meet me really don’t know me at all
So I must show them who I am by writing on the wall

It seems as if I’m baby-ish or child-ish or unique
At least I’m not so busy trying to please by kissing cheek
The other ones-conservative and overly polite
They basically can go away and learn to fly a kite

In meantime, I’ll be writing of most every life event
‘Cuz it will keep me in a line, not crooked with a dent
I do appreciate the ones in which I meet along the way
But when the fork is in the road, we both never could stay

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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