RULES

 

 

there are rules to living…surviving

 

in this world…

 

this country

 

in this house...home

 

mistakes are made

 

some unavoidable…

 

others not

 

experience can be such a cruel headmaster

 

as always…ever

 

time and money in short supply

 

and with the fridge…

 

cupboards

 

…once more empty…

 

you pack your bags for the fifth time

 

I wonder...

 

worry

 

where and when I will see you again

 

 

…God how I hate rules

 

 

© 2006  Chris Sorrenti