Friday, November 14, 2025

Hot Chocolate: Poem

 

Hot Chocolate

There are no happy endings.

Endings are sad –

Of most of the part,

Very bad, and a cold bed.

So, give me a happy mind

In the happy middle

Followed by a happy start.

It is my way to be smart,

Intelligent, and brilliant.

I do not want to be late

For the hot chocolate.

I look at my winter glove –

It must be love

To find another half.

Tomshinsky@2025

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