Treasure Island

shimon weinroth


A Fine How Do You Do


she tells me what to do
even while I am
or plan to
or think I am

by now, I should and would know
what I want to do,
if ever I sought advice
it is only her, I would seek

has she no faith,
I know what to do,
of course she has
but she knows better

how, what and when, to do
so when in need I'll ask,
if she stopped telling me
what to do,

I'd think she didn't care anymore,
stiil it's often annoying
being told what to do

Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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  • Palas Kumar Ray (10/29/2008 6:20:00 AM)

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    Only she does'nt wish to understand. That's the trouble.
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  • Enoch John (9/11/2008 12:44:00 PM)

    The 'she' persona here, whether she; s mother or spouse, seems to dominate, but then, isn't that how women are?
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