Sunday, November 6, 2022

The Thiry-Second Poem


 Russian friends. Poem 32. 


The Thirty-second poem November 6, 2022


The seasons pass away. Now

we change time., back to Standard.

Getting an extra hour. Overall I’m

doing well. But sometimes sleep

eludes me. I sit up reading or

writing. Then sleep takes me by

surprise. I have all these books.

What should I do with them.

Other writers might cherish them.

I/m saving out the ones I love.

My students want me to keep

teaching. I will as long as I can.

I’m still paying my bills and making

dinner. I write new poems Sometimes

words fail me, but sometimes they

come back. My son says I’m a

caring person. He teases me a lot,

But there’s the truth of my life.

I care..



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