Poetry

Friday night poem

Sometimes we’re happy and sometimes I’m not

I feel like a sequel without a real plot

Some action perhaps, but the characters lacking 

Development, chemistry – the writers are slacking 

The timing is off, there’s really no spark

We’re walking off set alone in the dark

I hope it gets better, this feeling we’ve lost 

We’ll keep it together but what will be the cost? 

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