Kudos

Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

And don't you feel a wreck,
When those kudos don't come through?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

Then you find a life,
Watching mice eating cheese.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
No kudos.

Have you ever 'tripped',
When you didn't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

Did you get upset,
In a mood with no kudos.

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

And then you chased the mice,
With a broom you swung.
Knocking over lamps and feeling dumb.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.

Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

And don't you feel a wreck,
When those kudos don't come through?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

Then you find a life,
Watching mice eating cheese.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
No kudos.

And then you chased the mice,
With a broom you swung.
Knocking over lamps and feeling dumb.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.

And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.
But no kudos.

Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
But now you've got some noodles.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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