The pressure cooker blew up.
Grease and fire spread throughout the kitchen and house
I just stand there, not afraid
No feeling-just emptiness
Alive im told -such a surprise
I should be thankful that I didn’t die
What if I did it

slob for no job
going for a second degree, yet cant take a number 3
what will become of me, I wonder
Left pondering on my own since words I hear are mixed
So brilliant you are!
Thanks
Try here and here
Did
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What good am I?

A girl walking through tired and gloomy
While I am high and tidy
Worrying about electronics
While she worries about feeding her family
Looking in her direction remembrance  of the past
Reminding  me that nothing really last.

Daily I am visited
Knocking on my door, wanting to come in
Sometimes I let them in; sometimes they just walk right in
As I heard the knocking I was getting ready to meet them
While I opened the door an unexpected face is there
Reminding me why I am here.