Time to reblog one of my old posts….
I start another day with thoughts of you
Leaving home I trip as something hits my shoe
Looking down I catch my breath with a start
It’s a pink quill, feathers shaped like a heart.
Walking to the car I hear the dog yelp and scat
Only to stop chasing and lay down with the cat
My thoughts return to you as my heart begins to race
Drawn away as I feel something fly by my face.
So many are happy but for me it seems to wait
I know that I’m older, but is it really too late
Change of my thought as I hear a sound like a bell
A new dent in my car and another quill where it fell.
Then I see, white red-tipped cane, frames of thick glass
My fat little cupid hardly able to fly by the size of his behind
My defective cupid…
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