Three ladies in a crowded room
With voices sweet as fine perfume
Casting tales of want and woe
To talk amongst so many though.
Pronouns sown anonymously
Her and they, then I and she.
Feel free to share your thoughts if any
Three voices. Still, amongst so many?
And then a name is dropped by chance
A tilted head, a sideways glance.
That name to some, a familiar word
Three voices have been overheard.
Fearing lest they be misread
Try to recall each word they said
In chronological succession
Three voices now with more discretion
Lesson learned? One can but hope,
To understand the breadth and scope
Of risks and dangers that one faces,
Talking private things in public places.
© rdfindlay 2017
I recall my fridge in younger years,
Bounteous with food and beers
And deep within its frosty innards
Lay Popsicles and frozen dinners
Long before the doctor’s call
To lower my cholesterol
My Frigidaire had not forsaken
Ice-cream, pork-chops, ham and bacon.
Now all I eat I watch the fat in
And every morning take my Statin
And under doctor’s orders measure
Dias and Systolic pressure.
Now every drawer and shelf and bin
Is stocked with what my wife puts in
No frozen pies, no pork, no ale
Just soups and fruit and fish and kale
So here I stand. Door wide open
Staring in. Wishin’. Hopin’
To find some morsel that still will please
But no. Just peaches and cottage cheese.
Our sexual nature, they say.
At birth leans us this or that way.
While my nature swerves
to feminine curves.
I have friends who’re decidedly Gay!
If I had a nickel for every five pennies I’ve earned, I’d have the same amount of money… it just wouldn’t weigh as much.