Everybody’s an expert.
Go to a surgeon,
he’ll tell you to have surgery.
Go to a hairdresser,
she’ll tell you you’re in need of a haircut.
Go to a bankruptcy attorney,
he’ll tell you to file.
Go to a priest,
he’ll tell you to confess.
If you ask me,
I’d say
worry,
sing,
write,
to announce your arrival.
Then have a pint of beer
and get over yourself.
(Kay’s Blog “Sometimes Life…”)
© 2011
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I love your short poems Kay! Great insight always!
They are really good.
love the granny getting all pentecostal with them jitterbug feet too, L
she could dance at our wedding????
Love this poem, Kay! So wise…