My Heart Holds a Pandemic
To think I’m now a hermit,
Cloistered in my home,
Haven’t been outside except on my deck,
And even then alone.
I phone in now my groceries,
Amazon is more than busy.
I just found on the porch 24 little gel cups,
And see a house dress is on its way.
I don’t understand myself.
Maxie and I are content.
Seems like I don’t want anyone,
Where has everyone gone and “went?”
I’ll saunter into watch NBC,
Cause I’m scared to death just to be.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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