Sum Lucky

Sum times whens yer lucky
Love jus flipflops at yo feet.
Sumtimes when yo got tha other luck
Love just dries and dies unsweet.
I gots me the lucky-firstly kind
Cuz she sez its ok to call her ‘mine.’

Sumtimes when dat Sun shine big
I sees her eyes do too.
Sumtimes when tha Moon shines round
I knows it’s love fer true.
I cud talk fer hours and hours about what about love i know
But darlin heart has crooked dat finger so it’s time for me to go.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 18, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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