Off to the dentist’s office today.
I have a tooth that is having its say.
He says he can’t fix it for another month
I left his office after saying, “hurrumph!”
The tooth was capped without a canal
It has been perfectly all right until now.
A root canal is apparently in my future
It appears I won’t need a frontal suture.
He says the tooth is beginning to abcess
I’ll take some antibiotics or be in distress.
Nothing quite like it to ruin my day
Is it the pain? Or the bill I’ll have to pay?
written July 26, 2021
His result slip showed he had failed
Friends celebrated their success
But his parents and some he shamed
Had pinned on him their hopes and focus
His Dad said "For negligence, it's the price
Your direliction is hard to repair
So change your style to do better in life"
And he sat like a mountain in despair
Son forgot laxity and his ugly past
And set himself to make it remember
Reformed for next exam and fixed fast
"Failure teaches success," he would utter
No more sorrow and shame he'd bear
No faltering, no fall but bright future
Bad experience lessoned him to dare
And avoid loss of face through failure
He abandonned excess video games
And concentrated in his text books
Made alterations to feed his study aims
And set Success like bait on his hooks
His consistent work bought him success
The year ended with earned love and praise
His negligence was just like an abcess
That of failure was just his life's phase
If I was a powerful Queen
I would choose to rule without a smile
Of course, my mind would be kept serene
For I would make sure my subjects do run my own mile
If I was a magical fairy
I would hide from the world and pretend to be an impostor
Ugly is how I would see the face of humanity
Though all of humankind has been made by the Lord, our father!
If I was a old witty witch
I would use all of my love spells
I would seduce the cute and the rich
At my diseased feet, I would make sure they all fell!
If I was an omniscient Goddess
I would create another world
I see Earth as beautiful, but sickened by an abcess
By the side of my God, I would make sure my creation flowered!
With a sign, I realize I am but a poet
Sometimes, I become even a dreamer
Wishing I could have my way, play my own trumpet
Well, I can only write, hoping, to be remembered forever!
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