Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Wrinkled Shirt

My shirt is wrinkled – who will see?
No one but my spouse and me
And grandkids, via FaceTime’s screen;
But hey! At least my clothes are clean.

My bed is made, the sink is bare.
It isn’t like I just don’t care,
Though staying in, it’s quite a job
To stop from living like a slob.

My husband vacuums, I wash clothes.
We’re making do, so I suppose
A wrinkled t-shirt’s no big deal – 
My wrinkled face has less appeal!

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John Watt April 1, 2020 at 10:55 AM Ilene, the way I see it, each face wrinkle is its own story of laughter, loss, and adventure just waiting to be told. Here I am in my sweatpants and fuzzy sox, loving your write! My daughter, now working from home using FaceTime, says "Now every day is pants-free day!" Ha!

Leo Larry Amadore March 31, 2020 at 9:37 PM Funny and pleasingly lilting, but still down-to-earth and applicable to many of us during this trying time Ilene -- a fun yet apt social comment.

Gershon Wolf March 31, 2020 at 7:05 PM Well, this is quite a 'wrinkle in time.' ~ Gershon

Rico Leffanta March 31, 2020 at 2:58 PM Cute! Aloha! Rico