JELLY BEAN

My life is like a jelly bean,

Waiting to be eaten all my life.

Like the swarms of honey bees,

Having their honey stolen,

From there warm and cosy hives.

 

I have no illusions of my life,

Having two children and a wife.

Have no worries or even fear's.

Yet there seems to many years,

That drive me to shed a tear.

 

Have no use for winter, Spring

or summers nothing left to do.

No need to even write the blues.

aches and pains nobody wants to hear,

Then again these are my autumn years.

 

Strangely enough I often thought,

That a life loved would be enough.

So why do I feel so alone bereft.

As though I'm someone unseen,

Like a lost and lonely jelly bean.

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-15 at 00:14

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Sweet (being a jelly bean) and poignant ~~~
2022-06-15


1LFD
Ah, the Jelly Bean Blues. Maybe a Sherbet Dip Dap Dance or a Hubba Bubba hustle will lift the mood.
2022-06-15