Life —
keeps kicking me around,
pushing me down,
handling me pickles on a silver plate,
telling me:
“You’re always too late!”

But I can wait,
‘cuz like rubber
I just bounce back up,
filling this cup
drop by drop
till it’s all filled up.



It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse.  (A Quadrille is a poem of 44 words – not including the title.)  De is hosting today and she asked us to use the word bounce.