It wasn't that long ago
I don't know why I didn't start it right away
Are homes were lit by oil lamps
I've been working on it in my head for years
but on paper it doesn't look the same
I go to the ice box to get something to eat
Why's it up to me to fix everything
The world's it's own place not so discreet
But people continue to look the other way
including myself
Let someone else be on the front page
The Lord works in mysterious ways, I'm here
"Sorry I'm late"
Bob Jenkens
I joined a writing group during COVID, the administrator would announce a title and participants had until 5 o'clock to write a story or poem.
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