Mondays Poetry Moment

ONE HUNDRED YEARS DIFFERENCE

1909
I pace around and I talk to myself
to all my friends
they live inside my head
I can hear them and no one else can
and they talk back to me
it makes me smile

and people look at me funny
whisper behind their hands
and turn away
I may be a bit tetched?

2009
I pace around and I talk to myself
to all my friends
they live inside my head
I can hear them and no one else can
and they talk back to me
it makes me smile

and people look at me annoyed
tell me to just shut up
and quit talking
on my Bluetooth.

© Lydia Lowe  06/2011