Conversations

Conversations

That’s the way of the world
I don’t know what she meant
Cat got your tongue
Horse of another color
Talking in clichés

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
Is too good to be true
In hot water?
Or hell bent for leather?
She was the apple of my eye
But I looked a gift horse in the mouth.

But even with a hope and a prayer
I let a golden opportunity slip away
Till I realized that the whole enchilada
That did not kill me, made me stronger.
She needed me like a fish needed a bicycle.

She let her hair down
And gave me the third degree
Thought I was sound as a dollar
And I was least but not last
And one tomato short
Of good spaghetti sauce.

I could have flown in the face of
The apple of discord
Then I would have been busier than
A one legged man in a…well you know.
Instead I was left standing like a cow staring at a new gate.

let bygones be bygones
gone with the wind
a foregone conclusion
dead and gone
dog gone it
here today - gone tomorrow
going
going
gone