Caught in Ol’ Man Winters blow,
It was not far I walked in this snow
And the masses shy from my harried face,
Ignore how I pace, my steps retrace
For what was mine, now gone, I cannot glean
From whence the place it was last seen,
Oh how its lack makes my heart wrench
When I thought I spied it ‘pon you bench
But it was a trick of the sun’s glare
To make me think it could be there
In defeat, to bathroom I go to silently bawl
And find it still there by the stall
Some thought it’s trite how I bemoan
But it was not they who lost their phone!
For the MLMM Saturday Mix Bastet invites us to write a short soliloquy. I find my self in a silly mood, thus a silly soliloquy. Willie Shakes has nothing to fear from the likes of me.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – February 11, 2017 – Bastet
Very good indeed…I had no idea until the end, well done…
Bravo! How often I’ve found myself in a similar situation – if not my phone then my book or glasses! This really resonated in me!