Passing The Time Away Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Passing The Time Away



Who knows
how much time
lies in wait?
Obits say
I'm makin' it ok;
but then tomorrow
is up for debate.
They're dropping
like flies you know.
Least I have my wits,
my wine, and you;
anything wild
the two of us can do?

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