I don't understand.
People are always calling me a pane.
Just what have I done to deserve such disrespect?
I let in the light while blocking the wind and cold.
I can enhance a room's beauty while protecting people from storms.
So, what is it that has garnered me this moniker?
I know people don't enjoy cleaning me but is getting dirty my fault?
It's all about respect.
Those of us that quietly go along doing our jobs are invisible, which is what I'm supposed to be.
It's a pain being a pane.
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Mark Gagnon
I have spent most of my life traveling the US and abroad. Now it's time to create what I hope are interesting fictional stories.
I have 2 books on Amazon, Mitigating Circumstances and Short Stories for Open Minds.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Cleaning them is a pane, that's true 😁
I could totally understand pane's pain of being a pane. Loved your ode!
Well done
Thanks, Donna! As you know, poetry isn’t really my thing so I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This is so brilliantly witty Mark! I love the humour you brought this wonderful poem about a very important part of everyone's homes!! Great work!
Such a witty, clever poem! I will never disrespect my windows again haha
This is witty! Also, true. Sometimes people suck at giving names
I know you meant for this to be funny but I found it tremendously beautiful too. I love sitting at my window pane. Spectacular poem.