He had been told he was a “good egg”
more than once
but what did that mean?
Oh he knew the definition but why did people call him that?
Was he too nice?
Did people think they could take advantage of him?
Did women not find him sexy?
He thought perhaps “good egg” was an insult.
He didn’t want to be a good egg
But he also didn’t want to be a bad egg.
He just wanted to be a man.
A good man.
To recognize National Poetry Month I’ve decided to dip my toe back in to the creative writing pool. Thanks to One Word Sunday: Egg for this week’s inspiration.
The Day After 
I enjoyed your return to poetic words, Dawn. And I’m happy to have been part of the inspiration 🙂
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This one was a hard one! How ya like my egg? lol
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Ah, such a nice poem. A+ for sure.
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Awww…thanks Peggy
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