Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

We Never Complain

       We’ve fallen on hard times
        The roof leaks
        The stairs creak
        The mice, no longer meek

      We’re near complete despair
         Windows all broken
         The parrot won’t stop jokin’
         The grandkids all smokin’

      We’re at wits end
         Our rent’s two months late
         Bedroom’s painted slate
         Poisoned by what we ate

      The furnace just blew another fuse
         Yet we stay amused…
          At this point
      What have we got to lose       

      So, we press on doggedly
         We never complain
         We stay in our lane
         As our neighbors
      Are quietly driven insane

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Paula Goldsmith January 2, 2026 at 12:03 PM I see in 2026 your humor is alive and well. Hooray!!! What a fun read. If we do complain, who will hear us??? "Happy New Year 2026" Have A Very Blessed New Year Writing Away...............

Karen Jones January 1, 2026 at 3:56 PM It’s all a matter of perspective isn’t it? I enjoyed this poem with biting humor and flawless rhyme! Great job Gershon!

David Crandall January 1, 2026 at 2:32 PM good one...you know things are tough when the mice start developing an attitude. for some reason, this reminds me of an old far side cartoon, where, in hell, the devil says, about a guy doing hard labor in flames, whose, just whistling as he works, and says, "we're just not reaching that guy".

Joseph P. DiMino December 31, 2025 at 11:41 PM Well done, Gershon; what the heck, we played the cards dealt us. Can't beat em, join em. Somehow, we have survived -- fate, luck? Who knows? Don't even care if I know. Gershon Wolf January 1, 2026 at 8:04 PM Fate, luck? Maybe pot-luck.