Sittin' in my drawers

I am almost ashamed to dare to call this a poem.

The yoke

Of bad marriage

No longer worn

The witch, the b***h

Thank the gods All gone!

 

Kids all grown

And on their own.

Missed to be sure

Yet knowing

Each lives well

And free.

 

Life so different now

No more prying little eyes

No more worries 

Other than those I choose.

 

So here I sit

And all alone.

 

Here I sit

Free to be me.

Free to do as I please

Free to simply be me

 

So here I sit

As I choose.

Here I am Composing these stupid words

Just sittin’ here in my drawers.

Reviews

[Rita]

Amen!

:D

[princessorianna]

free to do want you want, sittin' around in your drawers or what not (lol that rhymes!)...wish we were all that lucky...

[Ruby Moon]

hahaha....lovely
and mind you, not the image of you sitting there in yout drawers
i mean lovely little piece and its lovely the sense of "freedom"
i would have turned into a vege already (if i am not already one,
and no...potato is not a vege... its a ROOT!!!)

*manic laughter*
please ignore me
^-^

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ROTFLMAO..................................................Dear man I just love it! You are too funny! And I am on an antiquated computer and the internet is driven by a donkey cart. This is painful.

[blkberry4u]

That was great, you are not alone. It's like a peace of mind and a sense of freedom all mixed up together.

[Illegitimate Artist]

I'm not too ashamed to admit I've been known to do the same when no one is around. Hehe it's a great feeling. Kudos on being the one brave enough to say it first

[Wildfleour]

*giggle*

Freedom is a wonderful thing, isn't it? You can sit in your drawers, or buck naked, if you so choose!