*Laurie Kolp Poetry*

Lost Marbles
by Laurie Kolp

When did you become so cuckoo?
The writing is etched on the wall,
warning signs revealed left and right,
yet you stay in this childish game.

Life is not a casino trip;
when did you become so cuckoo?
The cards are right in front of you,
this gamble you take is nonsense.

Some call it a mid-life crisis;
the convertible and divorce.
When did you become so cuckoo?
How could you discard family?

“That woman” is cheating you out
of peace and respect you deserve.
Rock bottom is paved with marbles;
when did you become so cuckoo?