A cold & dark morning, the weather is wet
Some yoga, a shower & I am all set.
Class is at 10 & I’m getting in the mood
For writing & art & making some food.
The morning behind me, it’s time for lunch
I am not so hungry but I have a wee munch.
Broccoli soup, it hits the spot
Baked potato too, I don’t eat a lot.
Wondering how I am going to get through
Afternoon class, it begins at 2.
Somehow I make it through cookery class
We make the finest sushi, roll up a mass.
Everyone eats, the banter is flowing
Mouths are full & chopsticks going.
Where is my love, I thought we had a date
But that is not to be, for he is running late.
In the end, he does a no show
And I trip home, feeling low.
Feelings hurt, patience worn thin
I’m close to tears so I ring him.
He answers absolutely unapologetically
Not a sorry word does he attempt to say to me.
He is on his way but he’s taking his time,
If I wasn’t so upset, all would be fine.
All’s well that ends well, he arrives at last.
Over pints we play pool & have a bit of a blast.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 