Poems for MySpace

I’m sitting here at Bingo and looking all around
at the nicest bunch of friends ever to be found.
if one is missing, you hope that they’re alright,
and maybe had a special thing going on that night.
You show some pictures of your grandkids,
and hope that all agree
they are the cutest kids
and how proud that you must be.
You wish each other luck in winning a game tonight
a regular, a special, or the Jackpot you might.
We all do have our aches and paints,
And some of us have canes.
We all do have that certain smile
that goes with Bingo games.
And most of all I think you’ll agree
that we are like a family.