Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

A Bowl of Pits

Life is like a bowl of pits
From in the cherries someone spits
And though there are some juicy bits,
There aren’t quite enough.

For often things go very wrong
And even if you think you’re strong,
You find it’s hard to get along
When hit with painful stuff.

I’m feeling just a little sad
Because of incidents I’ve had.
I know that life’s not mostly bad
But man, it can be rough.

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Marikate Kingston July 12, 2023 at 9:53 PM Oh my goodness, I have such a love/hate relationship with these tiny spherical fruits. Why can't we buy them sans pits? I say we switch to cherry ice-cream instead. :)

Gershon Wolf July 8, 2023 at 9:19 PM Great summation of the human and earthly state, ilene. All in just a few lines! btw: I buy my olives pitted. ~ Roarke, from Fantasy Island

Terry Flood July 6, 2023 at 2:33 PM I hope you can keep in good cheer, Ilene. If nothing else I’d bet this will be fodder for your muse. I do hope the ‘incidents’ weren’t too traumatic…… you didn’t trio over a bowl of cherries, by any chance? Ilene Bauer July 7, 2023 at 11:29 AM Ha! No, just some wet and leaf-covered slippery steps. Your comment made me grin, though!

Nancy Kaufman July 5, 2023 at 3:40 PM Dear Ilene, I'm sorry you are having some hard times. Hope things get better soon for you. Enjoyed your poem though. Ilene Bauer July 7, 2023 at 11:30 AM Thanks, Nancy! Learning to deal with my first ( and hopefully my last) broken arm…

Jan Allison July 5, 2023 at 3:08 PM Your poem made me smile Ilene, life sure isn't a bowl of cherries indeed it can be the pits. hugs jan xx Jan Allison July 5, 2023 at 3:59 PM aww i just read your poem from yesterday (sorry i missed it we had sad news so i judged my contest as I needed to lol) sending healing thoughts xx hugs Jan xx