Seeking Patience
Seeking Patience
Miracle Man
January 31st 2024
Our time is no longer serene and composed,
mentally, we exist in a prison, self imposed.
We search for solutions that might circumvent,
but each day mirrors our previous day spent.
Most days start and end exactly the same,
who has the last word is winner of the game.
One retires early, and one stays up all night,
and a new game begins as soon as its light.
Dementia has made one’s thinking too rigid,
our atmosphere has gone from cold to frigid.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2024
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