6 Feet-
Used to have to bury a dead body Six Feet Under
He used to have to run and hide in the storm shelter 6 ft Under
Now in this new world order we must stand and walk 6 feet apart
I'm embracing every living particle
And inhaling every drop
of aspirations
Dividing sinsations clogging my lung stopping my heart
No longer embracing U
No longer in inviting
Use must stay inside my house
Now the cat and I have Fellowship with the mouse
No dinner late night movie reviews
No more Gatherings no more at church worship
Don't mind me
I'm about to sneeze
But I do it close the mouth into my inner elbow sleeve
It with ease
Now I got to go through
6 strong man walking towards me
In my parallel hue
I view and they're six
They are 6 feet away you see they think I'm dead
Because they raised my casket bed
But I am known longer here
I look down from heaven
I am 6 ft above them
5/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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