Wood burning in the fireplace,
Baked potatoes in the grate.
Cooking slowly smelling great,
If only I could smell that good.
When they've decided to cremate.

When your at the end of your tether,
Remember life doesn't depend.
on a late or early start,
If you're lucky you'll find someone.
To share your heart.

Tired of life doing nothing,
My love of things I do over time.
Like sharing all my idiotic rhymes,
And once I even wrote between
The lines.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-20 at 01:22

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