Patricia Murphy

BITTER

I am never bitter

But some people think they are

Better than me.

I disagree.

I speak my mind.

I am not one to be confronted

But camouflaged

Like a deer

In wait

For its mate.

Yet it's never too late

To take the bait

And smell your fate

Until it's a crate

Or a date.

SWEET

I can smell the sweet

Smell of success

Like a dress

Without a mess,

Or a fuss.

A sweet person

Is a lesson 

To be learned

When in turn

It is earned.

At best

We are in a test.

We must let it rest

And not distress

To beat the nest.

Against my breast

And not be distressed

As a guest

In a Holiday Inn.

We win.