Yesterday i was the master -Had <br /> to control my talking -All i said <br /> would be welcome but i should <br />give others a chance to speak, not <br />crave to hear myself speak <br /> <br />An hour ago, cuddles in the quiet of the <br />smoker's room, only our voices are heard <br />and maybe a lonely voice from the brekkie <br />room - but everything mastered well and i am <br />centre of attention, a long missed relative <br /> <br />asked about often, that left a gap <br />in the net of this community, who <br />will eat all this yummy pudding, who <br />will drink the gallons of milk- who <br />will entertain us with his direct jibs <br /> <br />aye the place i almost neglected, <br />shun by an hour in fear of meeting <br />a cold waspish person, turned out <br />to give me a happy meal after all<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-meal/
