An Old Story Poem by Bob Hicok

An Old Story

Rating: 2.7

It’s hard being in love
with fireflies. I have to do
all the pots and pans.
When asked to parties
they always wear the same
color dress. I work days,
they punch in at dusk.
With the radio and a beer
I sit up doing bills,
jealous of men who’ve fallen
for the homebody stars.
When things are bad
they shake their asses
all over town, when good
my lips glow.

Susan Williams 24 March 2018

I enjoy humor, irony, good writing and imagination- -usually get a good poem to read out of that mixture!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 24 March 2018

An Old Story, t’s hard being in love with fireflies.....WOW! How alienating must this be. As being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day, I congratulate you with this magnificent choice. Your poem is indeed One of a kind! Myriads of 10! Keep creating, dear Poet! Your imagination knows no bounds. Thank you for sharing this intriguing poem. Regards, Sylvia Frances Chan, Dutch Poetess., World Traveler and Evangelist.

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 March 2018

My lips glow! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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