Not so much drawn,
To writing of late,
Can’t figure what is wrong,
My desire for the computer,
Is no longer either strong,
Somewhat like I’ve through a gate gone.
What else is there to do,
What else is there to write,
Nothing is in my sight,
I’ve not got a clue?
I hear the vehicles speeding past,
Hard to believe they do so quite fast,
Like the ones that get there last,
Are the ones that get there without gas,
You figure it out…
© -Ed- 10/25/20
I still have plenty of gas. Won't have to purchase any, anytime soon. As far as I know, the fastest vehicles on the planet at least in the short run like a quarter-mile are no electric. That electricity often is still produced by gas. Much gas is emitted by the sun and the wind is nothing but air, a gaseous mixture moving around, putting pressure on the fins of a turbine to make it move.
Ron
Regis 🍁
Seriously, I enjoyed the jam-packed schedule when I had to go to work and then come home and be inspired to write a poem or two, or write a story 'til late into the morning, and then sleep a few hours and go off to work again. Those days are now gone. No entertainment at home here. Just sitting around watching TV, go grocery shopping every once in a while. Not a life I would prefer at all. I don't even know if we ever get back to normal. I miss pigging out in the all-you-can-eat restaurants, but I doubt if they will ever exist even when the pandemic is over. Many restaurants have filed for bankruptcies already. *Ugh!* Just so pathetic! Nothing to do!!!
Sandie