My best friend’s husband Nate
Is fearful to be late.
It’s tick and tock
And run. Don’t walk.
Just hurry up and wait.
His ever hurried state
Brings marital debate.
To live by clock,
No time to talk,
Affection does deflate.
The pace on her will grate.
This we anticipate.
We mean no knock,
But sense no shock
At his turnover rate.
c2015 by Linda Ann
Nickerson
Image/s:
Vintage/public domain artwork
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I enjoyed this poem, as well as the image you used with it.
J here, stopping by from the #atozchallenge - where I am part of the A to Z Ambassador Team! (I'm a minion/volunteer under Arlee.)
ReplyDeleteGreat post. I'm looking forward to more. Let me know if I can help you in any blogging way this month. Congratulations on making it this far! Finish strong. You can do it!
Don't forget our after party. The Relections Linky List will open on Monday May 4th. (For links directly to posts, not to general blog addresses.)
I've followed you on your listed social media sites.
-J @JLenniDorner
I enjoyed this poem, as well as the image you used with it.