A Timely Poem for Sunday Muse

Time's Way

Ten thirteen o three was her time 

She wished she had gone digital 

Flowing hair covered hidden clock face   

Plus digitals need no winding 

Worrying won't be of help now 

Perhaps better off the mantle 

Visitors gagging on their thoughts 

Nice urn for ashes would have worked 

Taxidermists getting richer 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo link, Carrie Van Horn at Sunday Muse # 141, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/01/sunday-muse-141.html?m=1

Sunday Muse Poem -- Masks

!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !! 

 

May bells and masks hang this New Years Day 

Hang from the ceilings, hang in the halls 

New Year's Day--reckon with or we pay 

"Pay the Piper" I'd say or mask falls 

The Mask of Happiness we pretend 

Pretend we must, happy we are not 

The year ends with our world in a mess 

But there's a glimmer of hope we've got 

Though ices flow without seals clinging 

No frivolity there will be because  

The seals are hungry and they're crying 

Masks help them not--hanging in my house 

At home penniless hungry people 

Waiting in line in their cars sleeping 

Food lines open, six, flags on the poles 

New leader, change tune, stop our weeping 

Hope? 

(Goodbye 2020)

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Chrissa for my above picture inspiration at the Sunday Muse # 140, at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-140.html?m=1