Oh, how I wanted a streamlined rocket ship
like Luke and Patty bought in ‘fifty-three!
Or one like Sam and Kay took on their trip
in Space where the Stars and Stripes wave free.
They traded in their shiny hover cars
for spacecraft well equipped with window view.
They rocketed to Moon and then to Mars,
did not invite me, left me here to stew.
Today, I smile and preen with pride of heart.
I got a raise, but friends are very few–
those few and I began to break apart.
We had a spat on Solar Avenue.
They needed dough to fix their rocket’s deck.
Their nerve! They asked me for my Welfare check!
Ā© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
So who’s going to take me to work next Monday on Neptune, then???
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š I suppose the friends of the speaker of the poem (whoever that is) will give you a lift if they get their rocket repaired. lol Thanks for commenting, kathryningrid.
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Fun one, Freeda!
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Thanks, Catherine. How soon will your new site be launched?
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I’ve hardly worked on it, Freeda. I do have a friend who is making my header though, so I’ll slowly get things ready. I hope I can move the rest of my blog posts over, scary stuff lol.
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I can imagine. Don’t think I could manage that without lots of help. I’m not sure if I will transfer to my own site. I’m thinking of slowing down on the blogging. Takes too much time away from writing fiction. I love it though.
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You do post lots, Freeda. Are you writing another novel? I’m beginning to think I am bonkers doing thus without an I.T. expert in the house.
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I bet you will work through it. Good luck with it.
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The story I’m working on might work as a novelette. I’m a bit discouraged right now. Our critique group geared down to meeting quarterly instead of monthly. I miss the getting together for discussion. It was always encouraging. We still critique by email in between meetings.
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Well here I am again starting my day the right way by reading your poem. Have to say you have made several good points. But never give in to those who ask you to give and give again. Say no way that check is mine. š
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Well, you make a good point. This poem was written for a contest on the subject of the future. It didn’t make the cut, š¦ It’s still in progress.
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love it!
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thank you
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