Thursday, April 30, 2020

Confined, a poem

I miss doing the things I used to do 

but I don't matter more than you

I hate that there's no baseball 

Loathe that there's no shows

But every single life matters

far more than any of those

I miss having dinner with friends

but will gladly wait til this thing ends

So I don't need any parties

Or to hang out on the beach 

Especially if it means eradication

is that much further within reach

by Seth Arkin, ©️2020

1 comment:

Hemingway1955 said...

Bravo! If only more of us could have the same attitude.