Handle all the muddles and worries

 

Bore full load as if a rough book,

likely liabilities of all the subjects

ought to have a disgusting position,

no alarming surmise ever to object

 

Fair books appear clean and tidy,

deftly maintained, well decorated

relish own convenience, ignore it,

its presence also never admitted

 

Kept on d' face often to go to sleep,

snoring causes its pages to flutter

felt a searing pain as if getting torn,

no single word it attempts to utter

 

Heart shapes, drawn on its pages,

1st letters of names tagged together

detached with much care, tied to d'

hydrogen balloons to float in the air

 

Wildflowers and withered leaves,

again traced if love gets shattered

metamorphosis of d' seasons felt,

Summer ensues, Spring departed

 

Carry several half-resolved sums,

scribbles of insolvable memories

in odd handwriting and code words

only d' person who wrote can read

 

Berries kept and ate with rock salt,

in torn pages rolled out to packets

crinkled to paper stones to hit and

to make paper boats and rockets

 

Berries kept and ate with rock salt,

in torn pages rolled out to packets

crinkled to paper stones to hit and

to make paper boats and rockets

 

We never recognize d' company of

one alike rough book in our family

who can clear every single obstacle,

handle all the muddles and worries