“Isolation Sonnet” – a poem by Bill Richardson

To lay about
Like a lazy lout
Only one can do?

To think thoughts
Both good and bad
What else can one do?

To be isolated
Though interconnected
Is the rub for sure.

When need arises
When one surmises
We must off to the store!

Take hope!
Find cheer!
Miseries end is near!

To stress of things unknown
We must persevere
And know we aren’t alone.

Love and kindness to all
And to all the more.

Bill Richardson

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