Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform
In the spirit of self-expression, I invite you to share with us your poetry today, without guidelines or stipulation. This is a platform for your work, and the work of those who share your passion for the written word.
Should have earned a degree
in the art of dentistry.
If it is not a cavity,
then old fillings break in three,
and underneath is bone loss,
even though each night I floss.
Take a guess at what that costs!
More than ridding roof of moss.
It is no wonder I am distraught,
my efforts come to naught.
In this implant web, I’m caught;
look what age has wrought.