My Morning
I knew today was ‘gonna stink
I dropped an earring down the sink.
Guess I don’t care, ’cause it was old
But then again, it was real gold.
The husband bought it long ago;
I never really liked it, though.
Ooops, dropped its mate, not by mistake.
(I hope those diamond chips were fake).
One more piece of baggage gone.
One more way I can move on.
Wish all could be so easily lost,
But one more bridge has now been crossed.
SJ 6/6/12
(Addenda by Anonymous)
The rings, my past, have now been tossed
But, thinking, not that much is lost,
The future holds a precious gold . . .
Forsaking thoughts of growing “old.”