Write a poem that is a warning label to yourself. I have spent so much of my life in pursuit of the perfect white-blouse look. I even spent some time looking online this morning. My time has held better benefits elsewhere.
Warning Label
The pursuit of
that proverbial perfect
wrinkle-free white blouse
subtracts substantially
more life months
than are meaningful.
Drop the dream!
Ever so much easier
stumbling across
a sentient soulmate
innocently imbibing
Star Wars reruns
in a rec room.
Hold fast!
K. Dorholt
4/25/18 NaPoWriMo 2018
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