The last drop

Yesterday I collected all of my mistakes,

my sins and hurtful words

and placed them in an old

Maxwell House coffee can

“Good to the last drop” in fancy script - 

I hope not

 

I put back the plastic lid

with one small crack on the edge

and hid it on the top shelf

behind a box of saltines,

the ones you could never reach

 

Who knew that you would pick today

to clean out the pantry - and your heart

Reviews

[Moonie]

Brilliant use of the metaphor. The poem makes you laugh, and makes you feel upset at the same time. You really know how to play all the strings to capture the reader's heart.=)

[willweb]

Thank you so much for your nice comments. I am happy you enjoyed this one.

[Matching Socks]

God, I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
It's funny, but at the same time, it's not.

Love the poem.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Ance for your nice comments about my poetry again. I am happy you liked this, laughing or crying.