This is my poetry…
Be advised that use this website constitutes an understanding that I am not a real poet, and I never claimed to have talent. I regret any offense or hurt feelings…
Being the father to three boys is quite the experience… I wrote this one Monday, glad to have survived the weekend!
Monday… Sweet Monday
As troubles that last week had brought, were fading with the sun;
The hope of rest and peace were here, for the weekend had begun.
But my hopes and dreams were cut off short, my train had been derailed;
When Alex’s teacher gave a call, and said he was expelled.
I was really mad, but then I thought, that’s life, this too shall pass;
that’s when I found my eldest son, so many times cut class.
My weekend was quite hectic here, the house was filled with noise;
So many fights and arguments, but that’s normal for our boys.
But that was just a fleeting thought, when David threw up in bed.
From two ‘til six I scrubbed the floors, the sickness would not stop,
‘twas just before I left for church. that I finally hung my mop.
I stood quite tall on the forward deck, of my quickly sinking ship;
With my head up high, I’ll change that bulb. but then I fell and banged my hip.
It’s Sunday now, the game is on, my team will be the light;
But the quarterback did something dumb, and fate had sealed my night.
So Monday finely rears its head, the weekend now has gone.
Don’t judge me as I weep and sob all sprawled out on my lawn.