[Who does sad & forlorn with as much wit & wry humor as Barbie Dockstader Angell? Hope you enjoy today’s poem & artwork as much as I do!]
Despite All Requests for Rain
My life has reached its pinnacle,
it's all downhill from here.
Nothing left to do but wait,
and count remaining years.
I pile them up on the kitchen floor
and line them in a row,
ever watchful of the amount
and how long I have to go.
I can scatter them around the room
and lite them one by one.
They burn so brightly and so fierce,
they rival the desert sun.
When I have no more money left,
I take some in to town.
I trade them in for cigarettes
or for gin when I am down.
I’m not certain what to do with them,
‘cause I don’t want them to last,
and though the store will take them,
they prefer I pay with cash.
I find that I’m more tired now,
and I’m lacking the will to rhyme.
So I was wondering if you’d be so kind
to take up a bit of my time?
Barbie Dockstader Angell