Bridgid Patrick Poems
|81.||Alice In La La Land||10/14/2005|
|83.||3 Stages Of Grief||2/6/2006|
|87.||A Woman's Handbag||2/2/2006|
|88.||.rhyme Is A Crime||2/25/2006|
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A Woman's Handbag
The handbag is a rare delight, it's like Aladdin's cave,
All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save,
It's black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap,
Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.
But the lady finds just what she wants deep down amongst her treasure,
Of keys and pins and leg hair wax and a metric rule for measure,
The remnants of forgotten ills with aspirins held so dear,
Birth control and other pills with labels quite unclear.
Calorie counters, cotton buds, old lottery tickets too, ...
When darkness like a cloud descends
And banishes the light
When day is just a memory
And all there is is night
When heaviness engulfs your heart
Crushing it like a stone
Find hope in knowing through it all
That you are not alone.