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Life Is Clutching At Straws

Life is clutching at straws, childhood and school what can I do. Teens and dating, mature one day. Jobs and working life, a nightmare from morning to night. Family and friends betray you, hearts get broken along the way. Knight in shining armor, it just got tarnished. I have gone through a box of straws, so now what do I do. Date Written: 9/9/2020

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Ann Foster

Date: 9/15/2020 1:19:00 PM

You get another box... :) I have one. I can spare. :) Hugs and whistles... zig zag stuff... Excellent writing as always my friend. Are you working on a poem book? You should... Lovely work... Blessings on your day. Ann

Paula Goldsmith
Date: 9/16/2020 9:43:00 AM

Thanks for reading and writing. You have another box of straws????? Sounds great. Glad you like this write. Enjoy your day with a hug..............

Krish Radhakrishna

Date: 9/11/2020 2:14:00 PM

Lovely write Paula! “I have gone through a box of straws, now what so I do? “ That is wonderfully put! some people in difficulty teach that end point and want someone to reach out! That is what we should do! everyone needs help in some form!

Paula Goldsmith
Date: 9/11/2020 2:54:00 PM

Thanks for reading and writing. Guess you need to get some more boxes of straws. I buy 2 at a time. Glad you enjoyed this write. Enjoy your weekend...............

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 9/10/2020 10:51:00 PM

when you are out of straws, draw your own line in the sand and stand your ground. Blood is thicker than water, is probably an old wive's tale, despite the scientific confirmation. Friends come and go and family are not infalliable, they are human with their own failings and misdirections in life. F'ing burn the box of straws and look for strong tinder. It isn't far from you, you'll find it within.

Paula Goldsmith
Date: 9/11/2020 10:49:00 AM

Thanks for writing. Love what you had to say. Over the years, I have learned to stand my ground. Family can be just as cruel or more so than friends. It hurts more when it is family. Glad you enjoyed this one. Have a wonderful day...............

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/10/2020 10:54:00 PM

that bundle will burn like a wildfire when lit. x

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 9/10/2020 8:40:00 PM

Hello Paula … some folk never appear to run out of straws as they live their lives on a whim and a prayer. You’ve portrayed that well in your verse - thank you Paula - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/9/2020 6:18:00 PM

I like your analogy, Paula. So often life is either clutching at straws or grasping for them. Still, we continue to believe that where there's life there's hope... Much food for thought here, Gershon

Paula Goldsmith
Date: 9/10/2020 12:19:00 PM

Thanks for your note. So glad you like this one. You are so right when you say, "either clutching at straws or grasping for them." Enjoy your day..........

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 9/9/2020 2:57:00 PM

Some days it sure feels like we are out of straws, but we must not lose hope, , thank you for sharing your delightful pen dear poet.

Paula Goldsmith
Date: 9/9/2020 4:52:00 PM

Thanks for your note. So glad you like. Many days I am out of straws. Have a great day....................