My Best Friend Died
I was busy every day,
I went here, I went there.
It was not enough.
I cooked, and cleaned,
I laughed and I screamed.
It was too much?
The car, the house, the kids,
The dog, the cat, the fish.,
all just painted into place?
Service, and smiles,
Sitting on piles…
Laundry and trash, beguiles…
A prince in a tux,
a fox in the box.
No truth to be had…just a pad.
We met on a day,
now, a long way away.
It was beautiful, it did not stay.
Dreams of cotton,
clouds in the sky.
Just passing by, and by…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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