The Sly Little Minx

 

 

                         Time hangs heavy,

                         When there is no hope.

                         Without substance, the hours fly.

                         The sly little minx,

                         coats the years with immunity

                         To take revenge at a later date.

                         She tints our yesterdays

                         With all the colors of the rainbow

                         When today's placebo

                         Becomes tomorrows bitter pill.

 

 

                         So never mind the ifs and buts,

                         Give the lady her due,

                         Bless her tight little soul.

                         But remember, keep moving,

                         Never linger at any corner,

                         The sly little minx is waiting.

 

 

                                                           Jack Mashman