Waitress

Carrying white smooth porcelain to

her forty high honored guest,

For the next ten slow hours

fulfilling taxed request,

They'll be blessed,

with charitable glee and a

benevolent spirit,

that few see.

Children's new school books,

desired looks,

half price sales,

and the cost of fuel swells,

are on her mind,

minimum wages that bind,

anchored deep to a

bordered story-line.

A forced smile.

A blanket to cover,

the loss of an impassioned lover.

They said he would roam

and leave you all alone,

melting your heart built home.

Left you are trapped,

because he could,

your heart rolls in the dry rivers of should.

You're my princess,

come over here,

I am a real man,

do not fear.

Let me love you through

and through

and lend you a strong hand

bound for love from sacred land.....

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Mighty Mom 7 years ago from Where Left is Right, CA

Ah. I see you are quite the romantic! I like this one very much.

Especially these lines:

... heart built home

... your heart rolls in the dry rivers of should


\Brenda Scully 7 years ago

that was a very nice kind and well written poem well done

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