Poem – by Anne Prince

TIME ON MY HANDS

Time to sort out cupboards.
Not much else to do.
Lots of clothes not worn in years
Some books and CDs too.
But wait... what now, I groan,
surrounded by my treasures
The charity shops aren’t open,
It’s Coronavirus measures.
Until the end of lockdown
I must store the clothes I threw.
But wait...if I’m not going out
that jumper, it will do.
That book, I think I’ll read again
it’s sequel’s somewhere too.
I’ll put those back upon the shelf,
keep that t shirt, maybe two.
This process didn’t take so long
It was over far to soon.
But I guess the object of it was
To fill an afternoon.
Tomorrow I will bake a cake
That will fill up half an hour.
Oh drat, I have just realised
I haven’t any flour!

Anne Prince