Birds of a feather always flock,
On the front porch I sit and rock –
And the old chair is squeaking,
And a man on the radio is speaking!
On a piece of wood I twiddle,
So many problems that I can do little –
Thinking about it raises my temper,
I need to cry, but I can only whimper!
I was thinking, but I can’t remember
Was it last year in November?
I know, time seems to just slip away,
I mean, hell it was just yesterday –
Birds of a feather flock together,
And things in life I have to weather!
Epaphroditus© March 1, 2024
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