Woman Worth


When the ‘commercial’ is over..I can let my hair down..and get out of Gingham
 
In each hour feeling stupid..in each hour of worth..When I feel a happy woman..times I curse my birth..In times remembered of wedding betroth..using windex for the munge under dungeon stove..when wash clothes is finished smells like soap called ‘JOY’..when I have time to talk, play with the girl or boy..when minutes run together all feeling the same..I find my root to beauty mute in love passion game..when he says ‘I’m tired’..smells of work and sweat..I know love is the answer..best one I can get..as when we were dating..in a passion dance..I become a woman..cocked hip in sexy stance..will he notice?  does he even care..I will diddle with his fiddle..till loving we share..
 
 
Just a little humor in the ‘oh so heavy
world’ ..Peace Tony
 
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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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