The Question
In my times of trouble I saw
A man most surely deranged
Pushing around a grocery cart
His grinning demeanor unchanged
Things as they were I wished a bit
I had been thrown in with that lot
In my mind was posed the question,
"Are you sure that you are not?"
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2018
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