All the things you used to love
I’d filed in my head
I fix you stuff, you used to eat
Now…no way…you said!
Many foods, so good for you
I cook and throw away
Just can’t satisfy you now
No matter…anyway!
You say you want a piece of bread
You really mean a chocolate
Then a cup of juice or tea
Really means…milk…I see!
On and on the list could go
I’m frazzled in my head
Between what you used to …
And what you say…you said!
So goes the days…and goes the ways
They twist and wind around
Whatever you say…was meant to be
Of course…whatever…naturally!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ November 12, 2012
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