Don't let anyone
with bad eyebrows give you life
advice - it ends badly.
I don't mind seeing my ex with
someone else, I usually donate my
old things to the less fortunate.
I wonder how many
calories I burn jumping
to wrong conclusions.
A second poem of yours I've enjoyed. Life can be a series of misunderstanding with people making wrong conclusions. Check 2nd line of 2nd stanza.: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I usually donate my old things to the less fortunate' - that's well said! The sarcasm is clear.