King Grumpy
King Grumpy
Blisters of youth, replaced by cynicism.
Graft and sweat neglected.
Potential replaced by criticism.
Passing time. Dejected.
Years spent in an easy chair,
Softened mind and sharpened tongue.
No regard, not self-aware,
Feelings hurt and insults flung.
Grumpy King sits on his throne,
Subjects flee to other lands.
Tomorrow finds him on his own,
He neither cares nor understands.
TOM MERTON
Tue 25th Feb 2025 17:28
Robert you ' disagreed with his appraisal ' NOW? I am saying to you-don't panic I'm still laughing his comments off 😁
Personally I've ALWAYS found you to be a very very nice guy and was just taken aback for a few moments-the part of your poem that I DO love-is the profile doggy pic-😗