Monday, January 30, 2017
A CUP OF RESTRAINT
It's Open Link night at dVerse, and I've decided
to share a poem of introspection.
I’m the queen of blunt, I shoot from the lip
I’m sometimes the queen of complaint
I’ve spent my life with a lesson to learn
And that’s to use a cup of restraint.
I don’t play poker ‘cause everyone knows
If I’ve a full house or a bust
They look at my face which is sure to portray
My excitement, hope or disgust.
I’ve been trying for years, ever since I was young
To get rid of this inborn taint
To master the skill of holstering my tongue
And just use a cup of restraint.
Time’s running short, I’m nearing the end
Goodness knows, life's hour is late
If I can’t learn to practice a cup of restraint
Do you think they’ll open the golden gate?