Monday Again
I am an afterthought.
I am no one’s priority.
I am an extra seat at table
My gifts are not wanted
My thoughts go unheard
My laughter an echo
No one wonders
Who I am
What I think
A hundred years from now
Will I have made a difference?
Will I leave a footprint
In the decades to come?
Will I be remembered
Fondly or will some
Distant child
Judge me mad?
Or think of me at all?
If not, then what purpose
Do I serve?
And now it’s Monday again.
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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