The life of the party
is not for me
it asks for things
I don’t want to be
I like walks with mom
visiting places
that visit me
conversations
with just the woods
and friends who allow me
to be
The party
wants me
to make noise
when I don’t want to
and go places
I’ve already been
I keep my words
inside
and let them out
where I find them
always waiting
just for me.
Just Poetry 
Well penned! The life of the party is not for me, either.
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Thanks Liz!!! 😉
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You’re welcome! (When the party is for work, it’s even more excruciating.)
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Well written. A life of a party.
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Thanks Dessert Flower!!!
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My pleasure
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For the same reasons you discussed here, I dislike social eating gatherings.
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