Bobby May Poet Free verse

I Am Matchless

My fire has burnt out
I can’t find a match to light it
My coals are cold
My flue turned down

No sparks fly from my pipe
Burnt wood in the fireplace
No trees around to cut
The last wood has split

No more hot coco
No more wine
Just a bear skin rug
Laying by a cold fire

This last cord of wood
Has lost it’s harmony
I have lost my Match

I am Matchless

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Gershon Wolf November 20, 2019 at 11:14 AM Hilarious! And you ARE matchless, my friend! 1.) Nobody can hold a candle to you. 2.) You need a light, i.e., a match. Love this one, Bobby. Thanks, gw Bobby May November 20, 2019 at 11:34 AM You are always there to pick up my spirits GW!!

Line Gauthier October 31, 2019 at 9:51 PM Bet your gal walked out on you and headed to the closest hotel. I'm sure you'll stock up for winter and never run out of matches again. LOL Enjoyed your poem, Bobby. Bobby May October 31, 2019 at 10:13 PM LOL Line