The In-Between Stuff
In life before, we did each chore
Before we headed out the door
Or in-between what was routine,
We’d clean or check our iPhone screen.
The major stuff, which was enough
To sometimes make us huff and puff,
Took up our days, with shops, cafés,
Museums, plays and hotel stays.
But by default, we’ve had to halt
What we exalt and somersault
Into a space where we’ve replaced
What we embraced. Ah, what a waste!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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