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..
