I miss the taste of the old sandwich
It's just not the same
So, what am I supposed to do with this now, you took it and ran like a rabbit?
It’s like eating your favourite sandwich with chicken mayo and lettuce and it becomes your habit
So then when you take a bite of another sandwich, it doesn’t smell or taste quite the same
And then you are left alone with your thoughts, so you feel a bit out of the game
You just want your usual sandwich back. With plenty of relish.
The banter with the sandwich maker is pretty lame and really quite hellish.
You put yourself out there to try other delights
But the only way to get through eating the sandwich is to shut your eyes tight
You think of the other sandwich, the one with the tasty mayo
And wonder if possibly maybe, the deluxe combo
Has a serving of humble pie- on the side?
About the Creator
Susannah Peareth-Kinston
I am a mother of two boys, a librarian and a poet.
I hope to make some poetry connections here and maybe even have it as a side hustle. I do it for the cathartic release I get from writing it.
I write about love, friendship and ADHD.
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️about 8 hours ago in Poets
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