Old friend

Some old friends ate pizza with you,

Off to Wolfies in Quasqueton I went tonight,

Got a small pineapple and ham,

Had half placed in a container,

The box handed to me,

Funny that,

People see cane people,

They rush to open the door for us,

Funny that the door works like a guide,

A stationary crush if you willIn my head I’m shouting’ Get the gell away from the door!’

I say nothing,

Not really usually say ‘that’s not necessary!’

While the barmaid was doing my check,

I finally got my long neck sort of it was a can,

The pizza wasn’t regular crust it was thin,

I reached across and took the container,

When she returned she said you might want more in the container,

I thought in that instance I will never ever tip this female,

Respect your clientele,

When I say half I mean half,

Judy’s husband came out and got the pizza gave me a bag with three cookies,

On my ladies beg sat I pondering,

I found ten bucks with the cookies,

I ate one if the cookies,

The ten spot I use tomorrow for cleaning supplies,

The cookies are going in my mulch,

No one would understand,

I still eat chicken eggs,

Not the adult,

No ham,

Had a hamburger tonight,

Its harder then chicken and pork,

Miss times with my sister of choice,

Miss laughing and going with her,

Judy’s unsteady on her feet and on oxygen,

I want thirty more years,

People to mind their own business,

You know those people who always thinks your business theirs,

I want twenty years back,

I know now how to rescue those in my family from the narcississ bully,

Her death would have saved us all,

Tell then I fear life will remain lonely and lost,

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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