One more cough to pull me down
Another to tread on me
I live here in this broken shed
With nothing left to share.
So much time to pass on by
To hide what I have done
But now there’s barely nothing left
For me to give to you.
Quarantined in my little shed
I keep the windows black
To keep you all from seeing me
And taking what you want.
In time I to will pass away
My mortal coil no longer here
So I hope that you find something
In this tiny little shed.
©ronvdm777
April 2020
©ronvdm777
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