A poem

Canned food aisle with empty shelves.
Photo by John Cameron on Unsplash

The fall of man on deaf ears.

I wanted to write them a story

But they were already living it.

I wanted to go on a trip,

But God laughed-

Pulled me- a sheep

Lifted the wool off doubtful eyes.

The young may now have to remember

How to be…



Ordinary Thorn

Ordinary Thorn

Professional Eccentric. Unprofessional Organizer. Writer. Cat lover. Tea drinker. Frugal & Utilitarian Minimalist. Van (or truck camper?) Lifer. Poetry Fan.