So Sorry, I Don'T Have Time
How often has a friend told you that line?
Each email, each call, they are always in a hurry.
Like mice making Cinderella's dress, forever in a scurry.
Do they really care, or dare to dream, that they and I, always will be fine?
And, especially now with Covid so terribly relevant.
There may be no tomorrow for our friends, nor or us.
Don't they understand that a grave maybe covering one or both of us?
We stand at the very precipice of our life's very end.
Do not communicate with those, forever in a hurry!
The frustration of being turned down, again and again,
Bid them a final adieu, right there and then.
You will be free of the victim....excuse trip in a floral flurry!
3/15/2021
~2h
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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