LETS GIVE A HAND TO A POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT😊

The poem copied below was penned by the very first friend I’d made on my first day in high school (circa 1958) during my first period class, Freshman English 101.  Having taken seats next to one another, Debbie and I smiled shyly, simultaneously, at each other, and from that moment in time until forever, she and I have treasured our friendship throughout all of the years and over all of the miles, which, though separating us physically, have not dimmed the love light that brightens our spirits’ smiles whenever thoughts of one another come to mind.  Today, Debbie brightened my spirit’s smile by sending this poem through cyberspace, which, having landed in my email box, inspired me to ask my dear friend for her permission to send it on to you in hopes of brightening your spirit’s smile, too
🥰🙋🏻‍♀️🌈🌻Annie

2020
By Debbie B——- L——-

My roots are gray
My hair is long
The beauty salon Is where I belong
My nails are ragged
The polish gone away
A man/pedi is a dream
For one day
I feel anxious and
Wonder when
We can visit, play and
Shop again
Days are filled with
Reading & TV
Cleaning a drawer is 
Yet to be
The floors get scrubbed
The sinks wiped clean
I vacuum, wash and spray
Til they gleam
Food items, medicine and
All things such
Get scrubbed, cleaned, and
Wiped so much
All supplies are
Fine indeed
Just hope the TP fills
My need
Sanitize, wash hands not once
But twice
At least 20 seconds is
The latest advice.
Home I stay
Walking each day
Writing bad poetry 
Needless to say