A quiet Sunday afternoon,
I’m covering for a friend…
Eating buttered pastry cold
And working until his shift’s end.
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There must be something wrong with me,
I didn’t attend church…
I’m feeling like it’s deja vu—
Left spiritually in the lurch.
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I don’t think the wife fully understands,
I’m not sure I do either…
Instead of going to one or the other
I’m attending neither!
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Making a break from old to new
Was easier when alone…
Having eagle eyes watching me
Discourages me at home.
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Remembering appointments has
More difficult become…
Seeing my wife’s messiness
Is a double–triple “bum”.
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I cannot deny
My losing right and left…
Important things to keep
Of good sense am I bereft?
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–J.E.C.
By the Mighty Mumford 