Ex Worker Bee
I used to be a worker bee,
And as far as I could ever see,
Would never have the sunshine time,
To sing a song, to pen a rhyme.
I longed so for a day I would be free,
To paint a picture, to watch TV,
That day came with new ways to live,
Bones got stiff, mind like a sieve.
Adapting to the new me I didn’t expect,
My new found freedom was circumspect,
But having cyber friends all over the world,
Is so encouraging to this aging girl.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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