Coping
Coping
Now I have found I can “order things.”
I can talk to a store and describe what I want.
That way I have a friend with a voice,
And a doorbell that rings with a jaunt.
There is a person on the other side of the wall,
If only hidden by a mask,
A person to hand me a package,
A person a question to ask.
Isolation is the pitts,
When will it ever end.
I’m growing broke, though grateful,
God bless you my delivery friend.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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