A Fly That Flew

 A bit of fun with words.  I hope this makes you laugh.  It was, after all, my intention.  For me, this was a respite from the seriousness of Life.  I chuckled all the way through the write.  Probably a Hell of a sight, sitting here giggling.

 

fly

A fly that flew,

by me

by you

Whispered in my ear,

“That cloud up there

has not a care.

Why can you

not, too?”

The cloud came down

and said to me,

“The secret’s in

not doing

those things I was

not meant to be.

It is all in the choosing.”

I sat with me for

just a bit

and spoke of what

had been spoken.

Then you walked by

and looked at me

As if I were (humph)

Broken.

*

That fly flew by

a second time

and said to me

quite LOUDLY,

“The cloud and I want

to say, Hi!

And find out how

you’re doing?”

(I told him to

go visit you

at work

with people looking.)

*

So if that fly

comes winging by,

and you thought I

was hazy,

wait till he tells

you ’bout the cloud.

That fly is

simply crazy!

Copyright 1984 Joyce Bowen

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About the Author:  Joyce Bowen is a freelance writer and public speaker.  Inquiries can be made at crwriter@comcast.net

 

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