What do you tell yourself?
During the morning commute
And the long ride home
And the interim
To make the whiled hours seem worthwhile
From what perspective
Do you watch your hands
Watch your lips move
From whose approving eyes
Do you see your own work
Outside a mortgage bank
I deadhead pansies
and sweep the sidewalk
Inside I water the plants
and try not to be seen
Maybe when folks see
(in these difficult times)
a bank with clean walks
and cheerful flowers
They think that...
Things will be OK
You have an unpaid bill.
1 year ago
Is it a poem? Did you make it? wow! you have the potential.
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It is a poem of sorts. Thank you.
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