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something missing
by Charlie Morganthe day i ordered has arrived;
well, i pricked my finger on it's
hat-pin of cool southerly wind,
but all in all the Sun's proud.
just a day that i line-up things to do;
see Kai, shoulder-fake them at work;
visit the Doctor, any one of the many;
see my haircut therapist, get by with $30.
exercise.
between work, doctor's visit, haircut,
exercise, i have no time for my grandson.
i'm going to report this to my haircut therapist.
she's always talking about priorities.
still i wonder have i made it in the organization;
i've learned how to use the stapler, can type
file by alphabet, and how to read & send e-mails,
not sure when's the right time to call in sick,
but i'm beginning to feel poorly, now.
don't you think i look a little pale, tired?
it's going around. better go to bed.
still hadn't seen Kai, now i feel sick. 10/20/2009 Posted on 10/20/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/21/09 at 01:32 PM ha, go see your grandson, work will be there when you get back! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/09 at 02:49 PM Hey, Chaz, don't you have a load of sick days coming? And don't forget that old standby "mental health days." Thanks for this lovely peek into your daily life and your precious relationship with your grandson. I have a good barber, but he's an old Marine - not much therapy there. But we do trade stories about our wives and how we have learned to say: "Your right Honey." :-) |
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