L Milton Hankins Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Deliver Me From Whiners

Deliver me from people who whine alas
For whom life is a gloomy sodden day,
Who flounder in a deep unsettling morass
And who have never learned how to play.

Such people are deeply unhappy inside
Their faces reflect bitter disappointment,
Seems in their despair they will take pride
A brief and scarcely fulfilling sentiment.

They find the gray cloud in every situation
Apparently find no cause for celebration,
For those nearby they foster consternation
For them life seems to hold no fascination.

written January 5, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2022 at 8:21 AM I will not listen to my husband if he whines; he understands this now. "They find the gray cloud in every situation" - I do not want him to get stuck in the rut. L Milton Hankins January 13, 2022 at 8:52 AM I can understand that, Caren. Glad you could relate to the poem.

Terry Miller January 13, 2022 at 3:30 AM Love it! I read a review of a book I was going to buy the other day, and someone had found one spelling error in it, which of course, ruined the whole book for them! Well done, Milton, my sort of poem. L Milton Hankins January 13, 2022 at 9:02 AM I understand that completely, Terry. I long for the days when people can find the good in a work and skim over an occasional misspelling or grammatical error. I find myself taking more liberties with poetic forms as I get older, sometimes saying, "So, I like my way better and who care who doesn't!"