Last Year: A Poem

A poem found in a notebook

Right from the start it showed symptoms
of unease, spotty days, depressed nights,
a certain lethargy that dragged the hours.

We tried simple remedies, home cures,
laughed at old wives’ tales
and kept looking over our shoulders.

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Sherryl Clark - writer, editor, poet.

Writer, editor, book lover — I've published many children's books and three crime novels for adults so far. I edit other people's fiction and poetry.