My January Response
MY JANUARY RESPONSE
Thu, 01/02/20 - 4:23 PM
by Debi Lyn
It feels like forever; I sure hope things are better.
Miss A was quite sweet when she and I did meet.
In fact, she did just fine; lucky YOU,
twas she who got to listen to me whine!
Everything is pretty much the same. Conclusion: my life is truly lame!
Feels like someone needs to hold my hand.
I promise this: I don't understand.
A child I'm not, but when put on the spot,
I stand frozen here [alone] and cry. If not for futility, I couldn't tell you why.
2020 has intriguing possibilities, but the recent past is still full of fragilities.
Making order out of chaos is a debilitating chore,
beneath which are ...at least a million more!
Many thoughts, many needs; I've only many dried up seeds.
To contend with these, what shall I do?
I know; I'll list what options to pursue.
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