Morning Pain
Am I feeling blue?
Am I mind-fingering past woes,
Quietly reflecting over coffee?
HELL NO!
What I’m feeling this morning is PAIN!
And it aint blue
This intense aggravation is shooting arrows,
Is fire red,
No sense of indigo,
But devil’s flame instead
Am I a grouch?
This I won’t deny
Wife says so,
Her hands on hips,
Punishing eyes
All I can reply is
OUCH!
Have I something mollifying to say
Something to soften the tirade,
Put an upward turn to my spouse’s lips,
Make a clever ending to this poem?
Nope!
All I can say is
Just leave me the hell alone!
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2015
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