These Days Poem by tonya truitt

These Days



I wake up and teardrops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to
And then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed, dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days

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