Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

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Watch (an acrostic poem)

Wise women and men sit on mountain tops letting knowledge roll down hills

Accumulating in dry valleys dearth of sustenance, it irrigates new thoughts

Taking seed, many new thoughts and ideas germinate and grow into movements

Causing a resource struggle, killing off many, their husks choking off the life giving flow

Heaven help me as I see it happen again on my way up the hill with my bucket

 

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