Dainty in Pink?
Not Clever chiffon...
Won't pay the bills -
A Notice, Too Strong!
A thin carbon-copied sheet -
Baby pink, in colour, a hue -
Advising, YOU, the receiver
That YOUR life, as you know it, is through.
Everything you've worked for -
Fingers down to the bone -
Burning the Mid-Night Oil -
Recipricated, with face, Stoic as Stone!
Not Pretty in Pink?
Now burning, your hand, to a sting -
With your whole world collapsing,
Let the 'Fat Lady' callously sing.
(Dedicated to Debby and her son...)
Wonderful work I enjoy seeing new poems from you. Keep it up and thank you. Best regards, David
Till the fat lady sings, no matter the rejection slip, life goes on, I believe. I like your style.
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Dear David and Jemarie Thank you so very very much for your very kind words of encouragement. It means the world to me! Blessings, Theo