Poem of the Week

Sunday 7/27/25

I wrote this poem on a morning I work up very early in morning. Being a smart cookie, I had made my lovely coffee the night before so I could get that jolt of energy when I go where I was going. I sat down and poured it in my cup. Boom, knocked it over, no hope for anymore for at least six hours. So sad, this is my poem of anguish.