Saturday, March 19, 2011
Abuse or Muse?
To my long time friend and author,
Living the good life from your books…
You are so damn lucky you made it
Without relying upon your looks.
The little twinkle in your eye,
As you’re bombing me with wit,
Amuses me while you reload,
Scoring yet another deadly (s)hit.
You are my muse, the irony,
The trip causing my every fall,
Fueling what feeds life’s wild ride,
Again, I am at your beckon call.