You ever felt sorry for yourself? I have. More than I’d like to admit. Found myself doing it a lot this weekend. So, of course, I wrote a poem about it. Isn’t that how everyone deals with things?
I threw a pity party for myself
Invited everyone by name
Hung streamers made from streams of tears
But no one even came
I threw a pity party for myself
And wrote it in the sky
Made a cake from sour grapes
No loyal friend stopped by
I threw a pity party for myself
Baked scones from moans and groans
Had my cake. Ate it, too
And ended up alone.
…when life gives you pity-parties, write poems about how silly and ineffective they are.
Mark, I always enjoy reading your blog. This one cracked me up, and also made me stop for a moment. I feel this way, too, more than I would like to admit. Thanks for putting a new perspective on it. BTW: My family watches “Good Luck Charlie”, too, and we love it!
Thanks, Kendra! Glad it made you laugh. At least something good came out of my sulking
Good Luck, Charlie is the best!