Poem -
Looming over sunshine wrinkles in the front lawn
Looming over sunshine wrinkles in the front lawn
on my moon patio, in my house shoes. Â
Morning robe rumpled and comfy… drooping -
from my frame, as I shamble standing still.Â
Like a frozen scarecrow with a nervous tic
because of the Meds.
And it’s Wednesday.
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It's though on the meds, I hope you get better....
But what is better?
Ummm. Thank You? Thank You.
Surely you jest, and I was too dim to enjoy it. Thank You, Again. But deeper.