Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Viewing her time in uniform
Emily wondered what life would have been without serving
Then she had to admit it was the best damn decision she had made
Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots
That were purple and orange
Yelled out loud that she had entered the room
Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms
Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
Only the Allfather could see all with one eye
Donning his broad hat instead of a crown
It might have made him look simple
Nothing could be further from the truth
Little joke here or trick there makes every day a bit happier
Okay, maybe it only makes it happier for me
Knowing that you fell for my ruse and now have to do the walk of shame
It almost brings a tear to my eye… because I’m laughing so hard
The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
Everything felt numb inside
Making him crave something, anything to fill that void
Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things
Though nothing seemed to help
Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken
Slicing through all the bull that was in his way
He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit
All the while looking damn good doing it
Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip
Punctuating a perfect performance