Trickle
Drip, Drip, Drip, a trickle from the facet of my kitchen sink,
Sitting quietly I hear the thump as each drop hits the stainless steel,
Understanding the ways of life not always as we wish,
Just an annoying little sound while we wait,
Something to keep me from true peace,
But I think I,ll make a song of it and play my fork and spoon,
And find a way to pass the time until noon.
At noon the plumber comes to fix my facets leak,
To shut off any sound from my kitchen sink.
Copyright © Phebe Selby | Year Posted 2008
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