“But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever;
your name endures to all
generations.” Psalm 102:12
when you could
stay
in your jammies,
stretched
out in the
recliner watching
the game and talk
shows
the rest of the
day, you
pull on your
jeans, muddy work
boots and frayed,
corduroy shirt,
gulping the last
of your coffee
and grabbing your
lunch box
as you head out
the door to
feed the folks
standing at
the kitchen doors
of restaurants,
listen to the
broken hearts
of the kids at the
bus stops,
walk the assisted
living hallways
with all those who
have been
abandoned by
everything but
their memories,
tagging after them
like fading
shadows
© 2020 Thom M.
Shuman
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