I Hate
I hate the fact I feel fatigue
For no apparent reason.
I hate the fact I can’t get cherries
Since they’re out of season.
I hate when someone shares my bench
Though six feet can be measured.
I hate to lose or misplace something
That I’ve always treasured.
I hate when out-of-staters
Park their cars right on my street.
I hate when I can’t order foods
I’ve always loved to eat.
I hate when aching joints prevent
Me skipping up the stairs.
I hate when someone blesses me
Or puts me in their prayers.
I hate not seeing friends and also
That I cannot travel.
I hate the way that Covid made
So many lives unravel.
I hate the fact my age keeps finding
Different ways of showing,
But most of all, I hate the fact
My list of hates keeps growing.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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