It’s the little things that count so much,
while many things are awfully overrated.
Would you rather have a Rolex watch or.....
an enema when you are constipated?
Or a toothbrush when you teeth feel grungy? ‘Cause.....
brushes work better that watches....at removing fungi!
And life with no bike may seem like “small potatoes”,
but at times it’s like a BLT sans sliced tomatoes.
Air-polluting vehicles certainly have their place,
but in rush hour traffic a bike may win the race.
And two dozen red roses may seem quite nice,
or a flute of champagne from a bottle kept on ice,
BUT once you’ve had that AND still been divorced twice,
a loving smile and a peck on the cheek should more than suffice.
SO.... I guess I should replace with “Big” my title’s “Little”,
since, if you’ve suffered with “Dry Mouth”, you’ve craved spittle.
AND if you’ve had that or something like that happen to you.....
you’ll agree “Big” is the adjective for which this poem’s title is due.
(November 7,2013)
Yes, at times little things count so much! Big becomes small and small becomes big. As you say, a Rolex watch is more precious than an enema for a man with constipation. A ready toilet is more cherished than a palace by a man having loose motion and is badly in need of emptying his bowels. So 'Gig' becomes the adjective of 'Little'! Enjoyed the humour as well as intelligence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When it comes to practical aspects of life and its concerns we begin to think about things less glamorous. Bri, your simple approach to what might appear to be mundane is commendable.