Tea With Life

image

I’m having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they’re a hungry bunch of guests. 

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth. 

You can’t have supper without desert,
So they ate up more of my 
Food for thought.
And if you stay for desert,
You may as well spend the night. 
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack. 

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, “Why not stay two?”
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into 
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent. 

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home 
And brought all of his friends. 
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards. 

I’ve never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they’re here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don’t ever
Have Life over for tea.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s