And...And Poem by Patti Masterman
And...And
And you broke your leg, so I became your nurse
And you broke the bank, so I stole a hearse
When you broke your hand, I became a muse
Concoct a plan; I become a ruse
You become Buddhist, I become monk
I become a sylph, when you become a hunk
You start painting; I start composing
You become ill; I start decomposing-
Why not the self, I was meant to be?
Had to cover all your bases, only with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/9/2024 1:25:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
