How strange!
Here I am
On a Sunday morning,
Poetry read,
Some poetry written,
What do I do now?
I normally prepare lunch
Before going to Church,
The full Sunday dinner,
Roast meat and potatoes,
Cabbage, carrots and whatever else
Has crept into the shopping basket.
But not today,
We have been invited out,
Invited out for Sunday Lunch
By some very good friends,
A great treat awaits.
But it still leaves an unanswered question,
What do I do now?
I know,
I will write this poem!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2018 01:54
- Comment from author about the poem: It just happened.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Ta-dah, and now it's written! A fine write Gold. Was I in Tesco or in church? The sermon/talk included 'every little helps' - the story of the widow's mites.
Love it - gave me a smile
Thank you Michael, my words become fulfilled.
Andy,
Wow! This is your six hundred fourth poem! You are truly amazing! I’m convinced that you can write just about anything! A sign of a true poet!
I enjoyed the read! Thank you for sharing!
My love to Joyce and to you!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura. I do write about most things.
Andy.
THANKS UNCLE ANDY ~ We have both heard Cleo & the Late Johnny Dankworth ~ LIVE ~ Perfection of trad JAZZ ~ AMEN ! Because we are both still working Angela & I grab any chance to scribble a few lines ~ 2 B or not 2 B a future MPS Poem ! Thanks for sharing ~ Blessings & love to You & JOYCE ~ BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks A & B.
A good friend of mine and his wife was at the concert that Cleo performed in the evening of Johnny's passing. She didn't mention he had died until the end of the concert.
https://youtu.be/ojkAxNfGiyg
You did it again, who else has this knack of pulling out something from nothing.
Thank you da, much appreciated.
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