Tuesday, August 16, 2005

payday Friday

payday Friday
you don't come home after work
hours go by...I hear nothing from you
I wait up till early in the morning
you come home
your mad that I waited up
I'm grown, you say
one day I won't care, I say

payday Friday
you don't come home after work
hours go by...I hear nothing from you
I fall asleep on the couch
you come home
your mad that I waited up
I'm grown, you say
one day I won't care, I say

payday Friday
you don't come home after work
hours go by...I hear nothing from you
I sleep in my bed
you come home
you go to bed
your grown
one day I won't care

payday Friday
you don't come home after work
time... Nothing....hmm..
you come home
you wake me up
you're mad.. You had car problems?????
you don't even care, you say
hmmm...I say

8 comments:

  1. buffalo: This is my first attempt at a poem. WOW!? ok for the first time?

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  2. Hey, more than okay. I'll add my WOW to that. Great ending.

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  3. tim-elvis: Cool, thanks. Maybe I'll try doing somemore.

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  4. A whole lot better than okay. It is extremely well done. Poetry and poets amaze me. You can convey such powerful statements and images in such a simple, clean way.

    No, you done really good Teri.

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  5. Teri, I know I've told you in person just how much I like this poem, but here goes again... "I love this poem." It shows the gradual process you go through in order to deal with something you can't control. Eventually you just stop caring. There is nothing worse than indifference.
    Well done!!!

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  6. If this is your first, Teri, I say keep em coming. You are a natural. As you may know I have been away so I'm only getting to read this now.

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  7. jl: Thanks... It came to me as I was falling a sleep one night. Yes...I was blogging in my sleep.

    Hope you had a good trip and nice to see you back.

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