Stress, Solitude, Space
Stress, Solitude & Space
Written: by Miracle Man
3/18/2020
Each day I’m found to be a more private person,
the more intrusion i have, it means things worsen.
My only peace comes, during early pre dawn time,
at no time ever am i caught feeling sublime.
The phone always rings with the next unwanted pest,
if known I answer, letting call block eat the rest.
Politicians and charities, those helped before,
begin the conversation with, could you help more?
It's not uncaring, or for others find no place,
I'm a “Tough Old Bird” who needs solitude and space.
From about 2:00 am until dawn
is my time to share things with the Lord.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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