(This is not a self pity Poem, <br />it is a that is just the way it is Poem.) <br /> <br />Dear Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, <br />I saw you on Oprah <br />Still glowing <br />After nine years <br />And three kids. <br /> <br />Love so deep and true <br />Still making your eyes shine. <br />Even Oprah <br />Spoke about it. <br /> <br />Showed the little grocery store <br />where you eat bologna sandwiches. <br />The same store <br />Where I bought <br />A real mop. <br />Not a fancy sponge mop <br />Like the big chain stores carry <br />But a real mop <br />Like my Mama <br />Used to use. <br /> <br />I guess they were <br />Trying to say <br />That you were <br />Real down home folks, <br />Like I am, like we are. <br /> <br />But us real folks <br />Miss the brass ring <br />and find no pot of gold <br />at the end of the rainbow.<br /><br />Emma Beverage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epistolary-poem/
