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More poems about Changes

PAIN IN THE NECK
I have never written about a person
who is a pain in the neck,
Who always upsets you and every
good plan does wreck.
The one who drops a clanger and
says the wrong thing,
Throws a verbal punch that carries
a terrible sting.
Yet they always seem to mean well
cannot see the mess
They leave in their wake, it’s never
them they will confess
That causes all the commotion it’s
the others all around,
Usually a more angelic looking person
is hard to be found.
Yet we should try and understand the
way that they are made,
Don’t let them bother you, it’s we who
have to change I’m afriad.
Learn to understand the pain they
may may have inside,
And all our little frustrations let us
tuck neatly away and hide.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 24, 2003