Sorry I'm late

 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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