strange old bird

courtesy of: read write poem

every family’s got one
of that you can be sure,,
the old,, eccentric, maiden aunt..
you don’t know much about her
except that she’s
a bit of a strange old bird
and in my family
i must admit,,
i think i’m her

you know the one with
no husband and no children?
doesn’t date
hardly ever leaves the house-
writes poetry
sleeps with dogs
doesn’t keep herself up….
yep,, thats me
how’d this ever come about?

i used to be the wild one
the free spirit..
the one they
voted most likely
to end up dead.
the one who called
screaming from jail
in the middle of the night,
and disappeared
for years at a time…

the one that was
forever moving
with no real
place to call home.
the one that was always
on some guy or another’s arm.
the one who spent her days
doing drugs
in the company of fools,,
cause she was scared to death
of ever being left alone…

but now i just sit here
alone in my canyon,
with two hairy beasts,
asleep, in my bed.
writing poetry by day,
and dreaming by night,
of a handsome prince
that will never know
that i, was meant to be
his maiden fair….

photo:

http://laletizia.deviantart.com/art/The-Victorian-Lady-63696193