None left
but me
looking around 
where’d they 
all go
the same 
feeling turned 
to trope 
whereas before 
it was 
troublesome this 
notion now 
of being 
the last 
brings with 
it a
certain comfort 
for lonely 
can only 
wail when 
others might 
be able 
to hear 

Far more 
frogs turned 
into princes
when kissed
by lips
belonging to 
those whose 
eyes could 
see beyond 
warts and 
lily pads

I remember when 
most and more 
always meant better 
but now some 
and enough do 
just as well 
it’s not scarcity 
living like this 
but prosperity wrapped 
in blessings blanket 
and tied with 
ribbons of gratitude 

Priorities dictated 
but the 
days of
do are
now over 
the bricks 
have been 
laid and 
timbers erected 
it’s time 
to add
those things 
that make 
a place 
a home