Disappointment poem


Once, I cooked for you

Once, I fanned the flame

Once, we wanted to impress

Now, we don’t stoke the flame.

“Don’t start” “Don’t start”, you say

Start? I’m the one who’s given up

Stay busy! Stay on the hamster wheel

Disrespect me–who needs to be real?!?

You used to go and go

It was my job to s-l-o-w

you down.  Making sure

you rested, and weren’t a blur.

We used to lavish

in each others’ company.

Didn’t matter what we were doing,

life was fun: even funny.

The adventure we were on

took us up, took us down.

We held on tight:

Love? Feelings? Commitment??– going, going, Gone?

Keep adding!–Adding just one more thing

One more person, one more event.

Only so many hours in a day

We choose how they are spent.

Bright light. Bright light!

Sundays were so sweet.

We worshiped God together

then, we went to eat.

Spiritually fed, full to the brim

We went forth together

Ever so ready to serve Him.

Tried to ignore,

in church, you would snore.

You work so hard

no wonder: you’re “tarred”. (“tired” for non country-fried folk)

Have to be this way?

What can we change?

Do we want change?



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