Window Dressing
I thought life would be like a painting or a song
I was wrong
It’s not a perfect row of fine, trimmed trees
Or a rhyme, sung in time,
Soothing me
Life is what you make of it
A puzzle with pieces, you need
To make fit
If only it were more like window dressing
Just confessing
A perfect array, drawing me in
That thought makes me grin
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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