I don’t often share poetry, but when I do, it’s at least mildly funny. Take a look at this:
‘Twas the night before New Year’s and all through the house,
I’d been pacing and stewing because I wanted to go out.
But since I’d given up drinking and all but given up on men,
there was no need for me to go out there again.
So I brewed some more tea and sat down at my desk
I didn’t feel much like writing, but I’d give it my best.
My daughter was elsewhere, and as I sat here alone
I kept checking my e-mail, my Facebook and phone.
But alas, there was nothing, not even a text
Not from family, nor friends, not even an ex…
The crockpot was filled with the pork and the kraut
in hopes that a serving might keep bad luck out.
So I turned on a movie I’d seen hundreds of times
and I sat back and recited some of my favorite lines.
When all of a sudden, I heard thumps through the wall
the bass from my neighbor’s latest community ball
I banged on the wall but the noise just grew louder
So I sat and complained to myself for an hour.
The party, a reminder of my lonely state
the least I could have done was secure a bad date.
But this year it had seemed like a much better plan
to spend some time with My God instead of some man.
Not bashing, not trashing, not trying to sound bitter
I just needed some time to get my thoughts together.
In reflection on what had been a treacherous year,
at the end of it all, I can say, “I’m still here.”
In all seriousnes, I praise Jesus for saving me and making me new each and every day. I hope you’ve enjoyed my little poem and that you’re having a safe and fun-filled time tonight wherever you are. Happy New Year! Be blessed!