Nothing To Say
I talk on the phone with a friend
And although we might try to pretend,
There’s not much we can say
For there’s nothing each day
That’s of interest for us to extend.
Yes, we read and we watch some TV,
Keeping busy, for that is the key
With our lives so confined
To not wake up and find
That our spirits have chosen to flee.
Now the new year’s begun, but so what?
Though we’ll hopefully get the new shot
Life won’t suddenly change
And what strikes me most strange
Is to “normal” I’m not hot to trot.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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