Hole

Life was mired in the drama.

Lost in pain and strife.

It got tired like that threesome.

Which one of you is wife?

They talk of hole in doughnut.

The one they can’t fill.

Happiness is all the rage.

Choose your poison. Get your fill.

It’s darker now at midnight.

Can’t sleep till almost dawn.

Seems like sometimes such a waste.

Then puff… It’s done and gone.

So now it’s all eternal.

All spirit, love and God.

It may be time to just let go…

Smile wave and nod.

Dennis Mantin

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