THREE THREE LINERS
At my barbers the floor is covered in hair
at my local garage there’s oil everywhere
so why on earth is my Bank’s floor bare.
I feel sorry for those whose height is restricted
and surely the reason needs no explaining
they’re the last to find out whenever its raining.
My life is filled with sad contentment
Love and loss I've known them both
I’m mellowed now with no resentment.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments3
A wonderful set of poems each with its own meaning and wisdom a fave
Thanks sorenbarrett
You are most welcome Michael
Good writes M.
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Michael, what works here is the variety. A cheeky observational joke, a light wordplay twist, then a reflective close. “Sad contentment” and “no resentment” give the final stanza quiet weight. Three small frames…each with its own flavor. Nicely balanced, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Cheers Tristan
Cheers, my friend.
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