just another Monday poem
Walking from Marion Street to the Millennium Library and back
Daily routine of returning to the shelves and discovering a book
Living without the experiences others can recognize and share
Learning that nobody reads about the cares and concerns of the bizarre
Yeah, I’m still okay, for those of you who wonder how I am
Hard to entertain a readership addicted to the norm
Each day is a search for ways to entertain the easily-bored
Warm fuzzies are all that people want; whatever else is ignored
Leave me to live at a distance as remote and convenient as you like
Walking from Marion Street to the Millennium Library and back
