MAYBE NEXT YEAR
ENTERING MY SIXTEENTH YEAR SINGLE ONLY EVER HAD ONE BOYFRIEND, SO WHY NOT PUT INTO A POEM
Maybe Next Year will be different
Hopefully I'll get that rose
Maybe Next Year will be different
I can say I was the one they chose
Maybe Next Year will be different
Bring this lonely chapter to a close
Maybe Next Year will be different
Hey MAYBE! Only Time Knows
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H J Myers
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I enjoy the hopeful tone of this poem, thank you!