Disaray, Dismay And Too Much Coffee Comments

It's hard not to cry over spilled milk... even after the mess is gone.

That was very nice! Reminded me of something I wrote called An Average Day in a way. Sweet read indeed!

Fine story and progressive construction with descriptive and inventive metaphors. Days can go sour and the heart of the greatest burger can slump to the floor, but words can rattle footings and foundations but not be taken back. So true.

A right clever write which covered the weather and life all stirred in one cloudy cup. Loved it thank you peace out sister :)

Great little poem. It is Rod McKuenesc. Very well constructed.