(2015)
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done