Are you there

poem by: Cheryl Ashmore
Written on May 25, 2020 

I sit alone...I can't speak
I used to have a gorgeous dog at my feet
I can't eat by myself, my hands won't work
You used to come see me, but now your a jerk 
I sit at the window,..I wish I could go 
This self isolation is starting to show

 

Tags: Sad, Confused,

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Christopher Russon commented on May 26, 2020 at 11:11pm
Nice poem indeed.
cheryl ashmore commented on May 27, 2020 at 12:25am
This poem was for the poor people in nursing homes...God bless them❤
Frank Hornby . commented on May 28, 2020 at 7:56am
...a sad, but lovely poem...

 

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