At the End of the Day
When the day is ended and it is time for bed,
and I lay my head down, I sigh with tears;
I am so, so grateful to still be healthy.
when thousands have died in the world.
I am doing everything I can to stay save,
isolating inside, getting groceries delivered;
medications delivered, wearing a mask,
washing my hands over and over and over.
I wonder how long this pandemic will last,
and what kind of world will we have after;
I find that I am changing to in my thinking,
being an introvert has helped me to cope.
I write a lot, draw and paint daily, ponder,
find new recipes in cook books to try out;
read a lot, watch movies, just rest and plan,
because one day I will wake to a new world.
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January 25, 2021
Poetry/Verse/At The End of the Day
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1323-687-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep,
sponsor, Craig Cornish, Judged 01/01/2021
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