Grace

The day is now doneTomorrow, a ride aheadHappiness, but fear

County now on hold.Not wanting people to hurt;but where now to head?

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”

The whole world on hold.Unsure, what am I to do?Stay in; look inward.

Mental fingers out…Aware of so many souls;each, different view

Drunker than a skunkEvery weekend the sameOnce in four, a change