I wish I had more energy
To pass the boring time away
But duty always sucks it dry
When all I want to do is fly

I wish I had more gumption
To charge out of petticoat junction
Not that I’d want to be a man
But I’d like to follow my own plan

Yet I find myself waiting on others
Since my love has to smother
And be some kind of mother
Oh, where for art thou, Brother?

I can just taste the life
Though life is full of strife
It’s just outside my door
But virtue I must store

Ah – the memory of living to gain
Was sweet, but the loneliness pain
So, then I decided to share
And poetry shows that I care

© Bonita Louise Christensen

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!
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