Poem To My Friend

I think your package was delivered today left by a stranger from a cold lonely truck, left on a broody day when you need tea we must look at it as our contribution to life that seems crazy— a kind of ablution though we stay in our walker and wheelchair as we listen and watch a world that we hear and we share and the world seems to grow more gloomy and sad we can only do so much from home and on a keypad I once was out and about knocked on doors went to meetings, signed petitions galore God now I feel like sitting in my house what a crone just tv, doctor appts, a phone, and so alone sending a reminder that life was a comical ad tragic and funny something to send to a friend something chummy something to moan and groan about and accept it as life the craziness and cruelty the kindness and the strife something with rhymes that is funny for a friend so the book I read and thought about -- to you I send Hope you enjoy trumpty dumpty