Foolish Poem
I woke up feeling foolish
But she got out,
Said: “I have to wash my hair.”
Went to the café looking foolish
She said “It’s all a mistake.
You curdle my coffee, goodbye.”
Sat in the bath being foolish
She said ‘Imitation is flattery.
But yours is just sad.”
Foolish stood on her high horse
Looked down her nose, scoffed,
Said: “You’ll never be good enough.”
Sweet young girl took pity
Came for lunch then ran for safety
No fool like an old fool.
Old fool foolish old fool
Sits in the park, memory is all he has
Wishful should be his middle name.
Written for: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-1
Morpethroad 
oof! now this is an excellent penning in examination of the humanity so many of us feel and experience in our lives, fortunately or unfortunately? (to be determined and decided in hindsight, of course) at some point. Well written – and stylistically – I love it!
Great job Michael 🙂
Thanks Pat I didn’t find it a hard one to write about…..but I liked how it turned out…
well done 🙂