And Orphans?

And Orphans?

A Poem by Bob B

A guy said, "Wow! My stress level

Has really dropped. I am elated!

I owe it to my meditation."

"Yes, and maybe endorphins," I stated.

 

"What?" he asked. "What do you mean?

What do orphans have to do with it?

I'm TRYING to share what happened to

My mind, and here you go and screw with it."

 

"No," I chuckled. "You don't understand.

You see, 'and orphans' is not what I said.

It has nothing to do with orphans.

I was saying 'endorphins' instead."

 

"There you go again," he continued,

"Saying it over and over again:

'And orphans, and orphans.' You sound like

A nitwit with a capital 'N'!"

 

"I, a nitwit?" I said, astonished.

"You are the one who keeps repeating

'And orphans.' Now I see that trying

To reason with you is self-defeating."

 

"Self-defeating? B...b…but," he stammered,

"I was merely attempting to share

The benefits of my meditation.

Orphans are neither here nor there."

 

"Listen: I WASN'T saying 'ORPHANS'!"

I yelled. "And frankly, I have to confess

Meditation in your case is

Of questionable effectiveness."

 

"Although your criticism," he said,

"Should bother me, I will not let it."

He walked away, and as he did,

He mumbled, "And orphans? I STILL don't get it."

 

-by Bob B (7-27-21)

© 2021 Bob B


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