The Other Woman in My Life©

There are two women in my life now; I don’t know how it happened,

It was as though one day I awoke to notice her in my life
they are as different as night and day,

The first is mature with short brunette hair and
the second is sassy with long blonde locks

The first is not built like the second, more sturdy and rounder than
the second who is slim and slender with those shapely legs

Though I absolutely love the first
it is the second that makes my heart race

Each day the first makes sure that I eat my breakfast and fusses over me
the second seems to barely notice that I am alive

Each day the first woman tends to my every need from laundry to dinner
the second woman seems to take me for granted as though there were others like me.

The first greets and hugs me after a long hard day
the second simply walks away.

Some day when I am older than thirteen
I will have to tell Mom about that other teen

The one that takes my breath away and makes me want to stay after school
is the one that I seem to have in every vivid dream

So sorry mom for my big rush
I’m in a hurry to work on my crush.

The unknown teenager

Andreas Simic©

Being Okay ©

I wake up with a start, it is back and I know what it is!
Why else would I wake up at 3:00 a.m. in the morning?
Why else would my heart be racing?
Why else would my pulse be pacing?

It was not there when I went to bed.
It was not there last week or the week before.
It was not there last month or the month prior.
It was not there last year or many a year before that.

Suddenly it has ****** itself upon me.
Without warning it has slowly crept back into my life
and created stress and strife
Oh what a life

But I know the signs are there, that it is here
First my hair is not what it once was,
then I’m out of shape,
and next it’s the weight

From there the spiral continues,
the car I drive is now a wreck,
my home is no longer acceptable,
and my job no longer reputable

I don’t make enough money compared to the neighbors,
and the kids are doing me no favors with their behaviors
My dear is no longer a dear, and the grass on the other side
is looking so much greener

But there’s one thing for sure and I know
it well, that this is a life cycle that will oft repeat
So have a seat, as this too will pass to the other colored grass
and life will be once again okay

Andreas Simic©

The Path©

Many a fore me hath taken this path
What path thou dost ask
Be it a trail of litany or blessed asunder
Thou shalt not know till the end

Amidst the daily trials and tribulations
The path maybe misty or unclear
Yet it is there
When thou allow your feet to feel its way

Erstwhile as we live our day lives
We are oblivious to thyme path
The path traversed by the many
The fools as well as the Einstein’s of the World

We all at some point are in denial of
Where the path will lead us
Not wanting to know what awaits us at its end
Yet there is absolute certainty that it is there

Whilst we plod along
It besieges us to take many routes
Detours that may prolong the journey
But in the end so does the path

Andreas Simic©

Depression you have Become My Obsession©

Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment
and oft while I sleep which is never too deep

You threw my marriage under thy carriage
and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say.

Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them
mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more

You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think
clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day

Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill
to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own ****

At my own hands no less, what a royal mess
is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess

So I cower in the dark and harken back to the good ole days
when then things were cheery with my dear near

Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure
and sweet Louise that was for sure

Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be
and sit idly by as they apply their best effort...

To make me whole again

Andreas Simic©

The Silhouette©

He awoke or so he thought
Parted the curtains of the room
The Caribbean sun rising
The warmth of the day enveloping him

In the distance a silhouette
Tall, shapely and slender
Even from here he could tell she was beautiful
As beautiful as the landscape that surrounded her

Was she all that he could imagine
Would she be kind and caring
Gentle with their children
Comforting arms within which to rest

He would envision them at the altar
Vows spoken in soft tones
As commitments were clearly stated
And friends and family present supported their union

Life would be filled with happy days
Some sad moments for sure
But they would tough these out together
No problem too large to solve for they stood as one

Their family would grow and blossom
One day their grandchildren they would cradle in their arms
They would age gracefully
Holding hands wherever they went

Celebrating a life full of love
Of respect for each other
That was the woman in the silhouette
The one of his dreams and the one he did wed

Andreas Simic©

lunching on kimchi
spilt it on poetry
doubt that
simic is happy