Desuetude
Desuetude
Written: by Miracle man
8/27/2019
Yard tools, and I,
are in a state of desuetude.
This inactivity is responsible,
for my dysphoric mood.
But each day that I’m found,
in a vertical position.
I know God’s not ready,
to scrub my life’s mission.
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