Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Rest in Pieces

She was sad and they said
‘quit while you’re ahead’
‘you’re a long time in the ground’
‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’
‘take that frown and turn it upside down’
She was tired and they told her
‘fortune favours the bold’
‘a change is as good as a rest’
‘early to bed, early to rise…’
‘make your good better and your better best’
She was depressed and they declared
‘there’s magic in the air’
‘every cloud has a silver lining’
‘there’s always someone who’s got it worse’
‘want some bread with that wine?’
She was afraid and they answered
‘nothing’s ever left to chance’
nothing ventured, nothing gained’
‘into every life a little rain must fall’
‘it’s always darkest before the dawn’
A patient ear was all she really needed.  
She got platitudes and attitudes, and nothing that made sense.
Carved in stone, the last words that we read say…
‘Clubbed to death with clichés, she died in self defense.’



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