Cheerfulness

A few hours ago

We were online

A few hours later

We are offline

The wind storm is disruptive 

Drying the paddocks on its way

Already the grass is turning yellow

Under its repulsive touch

Can't walk, can't call 

Can write though

I'm pissing lines

Like others blood

Time is slowing down

Inside my mind

While waiting for him 

To bounce back from bed

I'm not a good nurse

For cheerfulness was never

In my DNA chart

Sure it might help

But then is cheerfulness 

The cure of all ills?

Lucette C.Bailliet

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