Time
These sad, sad days I have the time to think,
to ponder how I live my life;
happy that I can write and spill my ink,
oh, each day my heart feels the knife.
So many deaths and scary unknown strife,
but- good I am an introvert;
I am the sort of girl who can convert,
I write, I sketch, I paint, and cook.
Oh, most important is to stay alert;
putting my thoughts in a notebook.
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May 6, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/Time
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1249-241-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Strand No 750 Contest
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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