Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I drank one of my tears today.
It dropped into my coffee cup this morning while I was grieving over decisions made and losses suffered.
I gulped it down anyway.
If life were a book, that would be poetic.
But, in reality, I think it's just pathetic.

2 comments:

David Skipper said...

Maybe you should think about writing a book. I think it would be pretty good.

jhaas said...

i cannot help but enjoy your writing; the pathetic irony is poetic.