Always Sunday by Don Bouchard

Jan 8

In a house awaiting death,
No Monday coming,
No thing to do but wait,
No sudden joys anticipate,
No early chores to distract,
Just careful sitting back,
In breathless Sunday slack.

Written by

Don Bouchard 65/M/Minnesota

(65/M/Minnesota)

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