You know life’s not a straight line
Brimming with imperfect perfection
There’s no commiserating my selection
or trusting my flimsy perception
A sincere and dear friend indeed
Hiding your misshapen deeds
Though a dedicated bestie you are
Your missteps are obvious by far
I’ve redefined my destination
I fiddle with anticipation
Coz, you and I, we don’t see eye to eye
Yet there’s no bidding goodbye
Though there’s mishmash in the mix
The next chapter portends a fix
Eugenia blogs at ThusNSuch and BrewNSpew She invites you to have a cuppa at the Tuesday Chatter Cafe.
wonderfully pedantic!
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Thank you!
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I always enjoy Eugenia’s play on words. Life’s certainly not a straight line.
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Thank you, Jacqueline.
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Thank you for inviting me as a guest barista. 😉
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So happy you posted as a guest barista! This was great! Loved so many of your lines – “life is not a straight line” – wonderful understatement! Also, your “I fiddle with anticipation”. I think we all “fiddle” – play by ear. Thanks for posting on the Cafe and being such a big supporter of everyone!
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