FIVE MINUTES OF INFINITE LONELINESS
Five minutes of infinite loneliness and sadness
As I wait to pick up a grandchild
How old and meaningless I have become
How sad petty lost insignificant, idle,
Failing, fearful forlorn-
How warm and pleasant the sun
The child will soon change my mood
And move me from self- obsession
To a happiness of small recognition
And then troubled concern for my son
And his family.
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