Many see this time
as a lockdown, an invasion
on our lives,
unimaginable frustrations
But for so many
this means despondency
and utter despair, a time
with very little hope and purpose
Those less fortunate than us, without
food, family, freedom
No connection
to another soul
It is in this moment
that I refuel
on how I
really feel
It is on this day
this very instant
I embrace this life
only a few could conjure
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Author:
Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2020 09:42
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Yes, true, often (and at present) others worse off than us. Not that we're unaffected though. We have our troubles at present, if minor compared to some people's.
So true, I consider myself so fortunate in this time of horror.
Andy
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