Haiku – Page 15

Young

To be young is less
than admirable to the
grumpy old cretins

Quibble with a fish
Such language in the bubbles
Hiding in the depths

in a sea of tired
dropping kitchen utensils
awake and asleep

Mustering courage,
you brace for the blossoming
hayfever sneezing.

From one to many
Grey hairs are multiplying
without permission

Too tired to cook
Dreaming a Dragon visit
A wild barbeque

Lost in fantasia
The early morning fresh fog
No one can see me

my restless heart

wander lusting for the
monotony to end

A Friday sick day
Whispering deep grey today
Wishing for my bae

A knot to bind us
tie a knot around our hands
together forever