Thursday, February 27, 2020

Lost

My class registration’s lost in the mail;
My sock’s somehow lost in the dryer.
My Wi-Fi gets lost in the bedroom;
For baking I’ve lost my desire.

I’ve lost what I need to drink coffee at night.
I’ve lost all my youthful-type vigor;
But the loss that I fear more than anything else
Is my marbles, more than mortis rigor.

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