Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Mind Gory.


Cute as a button, chopped like mutton
I pretend to glutton, all for Mr. Sutton!

My color faded then my soul jaded
Sadly trodden, traded and invaded

Could fate be any harsher? Sure yes.
Could luck run out faster? Oh mess.

Days of glory turned cheap old story
This my life story, time changed hoary!


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In response to the prompt from 3WW
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14 comments:

pia said...

Just wanted to say Happy New Year. Hope it's wonderful

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

Quite nice in reality. I like the pace.

Rose

xo

Square1 said...

The contrasting imagery is striking. Nicely done.

LittleWing said...

what a kind little diddee...old glory..that's a great one..

tumblewords said...

I like the runaway style of this - the energy that protests and then retracks.

Linda said...

Fun with words! i like it!

lissa said...

Nice rhyming.

mariacristina said...

This doesn't sound like too much of a downer. It's a person who's down on her luck, temporaritly. Lots of snappy rhymes keeps the tone upbeat.

Jujee said...

rhythm and rhyme!
Nicely done!

gautami tripathy said...

I like the rhyming..

:)

Thinking aloud said...

ahh rhymes...my kind of a poem :)

pjd said...

How many people end up with regrets and realize too late that you only live once? I think it's a common story. Happy belated 3WW.

TC said...

Could fate be any harsher? Sure yes.

Always, no?

I liked this line especially though. It brings truth to the surface.

Happy new year :)

Bone said...

I sort of took it as a fittingly hurried and short account of the passing of time, with almost a humorous twinge to it.