Otherwise Occupied
Not seeing me, you say
But I’m here everyday
Because you look with physical eyes
You miss that which my soul disguise
But I’m still here, still living, still breathing
Other tasks to which my minds in-keeping
My priorities set, but better yet
Entwined in things I won’t regret
Make your mark
I’ll make mines’ too
But until then, do, stay true
Copyright © Carlene Simpson | Year Posted 2017
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