My lover is gone,I'm all alone. I'm home with my kids and there's nothing to do. I lay on my bed and play with my phone,because I'm alone now,and there's nothing to do..

My three kids are real blissful,as each watch a movie,both on computers,their hi-tech advanced stories.

She went on to another state to visit her mom. It should be a week,that doesn't seem long. But with this pandemic all over the world,my lover's place should be at our home.

The cats are crying like they always do. The kids are quiet,it's unusual but true. But me,I lay on my bed and type away,writing this poem to get through the day.

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I'm lonely and lighthearted as I grind my teeth,writing on this smartphone which by today's standards is quite cheap.

As I put pen to paper,I wonder and wait,will my writing save or will it delete.

To go through life and accomplish very little,is a humbling experience that is very drivel.

No directing career or cartooning as of yet,will it happen,or will I grow old to regret. .

now one of my munchkins just came in my room,I'll end this poem here,and leave it alone.


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