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Jan 2021
my plans of travelling. Now
the borders are closed. And I
cannot go.

I put off
my friends for speaking
my mind. Now they don’t
take up my space. Some are so blind!

I put off
my chores. Now the house
is a mess. The laundry
is *****. And I haven’t a dress!

I put off
paying my bills. Now
I’m in debt and my credit
is nil!

I put off
going to the doctors
and taking my shots. The shots
I take are in a glass –
and I drink ‘em down with a lime
real fast!

I put off
visiting my dad -
saying the things
I wish I had. Now he's dead.
And the words can't be said.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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