-Random, undated squabble:-

A turntable spins…
    The broken record plays…
That damned man, in the chair
In the corner of my mind…
        “Fail.”  he says.
Maybe, just perhaps -
    Something is blinding my eyes from seeing clearly.
Not sure if  my thinking is clear
            Or rational
            Or selfless
        Or self-centered
When I offer myself,
        My actions, my hospitality
            My Love
            My help
I expect it to please someone
And maybe it does….or not.
This is all that’s left.
Words and thoughts….



Copyright K. Anne Smith