When the happy guy/
gets sick, he discovers that/
the world keeps spinning.
Or
the world keeps turning.
When the happy guy/
gets sick, he discovers that/
the world keeps spinning.
Or
the world keeps turning.
The more folks tell me/
I shouldn’t be some way, the/
more I want to leave.
If you missed going/
but then go more than planned, does/
that make up for it?
She reeled him in/
with her smile,/
as though made just for him:/
Beautiful, without guile.
She then (sadly) made him wait
as she nodded sleepily.
He could only anticipate
and try not to do so creepily.
Her smile and her profile
made him seek more.
He’d wait awhile;
what was he looking for?
But then she announced he could not be her mate.
His dreams she trounced: “Like Cinderella, it’s too late!”
Should I tell folks how/
to be better? Much better/
is if I go do.
It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.
Background: In July, 2015, a dating site held a contest: Send Five Words To Mariah (Carey) for a chance to see her “live” in Vegas. I, of course, wrote something brilliant … but forgot to send it in on time.
We’re hopeful, not hopeless, romantics.
Being who you are/
lets other like-minded folk/
find you easier.