The casinos are quiet
No noisy machines, I
Wonder what seniors
Are doing with their time,
With no handles to pull?
This germ that has
Disrupted our lifestyle
So abruptly,
To try to come to terms
With this, is challenging
Malls are empty and
The stores are closed
With a sign on the
Door ‘corona virus has shut
Our doors’
People are bound to
Their homes
This pandemic scare has
Our eyes fixed on the 6pm
News,
With frightening scenes
Our streets are empty, just a
Very few venture out, I saw
My neighbor and felt like
Running over for just a
Few words to comfort with each
Other, but the
6 foot radius was too much
She couldn’t hear me very
Well from the wind that was
Blowing
The circumference of this
Illness swiftly surrounding
The earth is tightening its
Belt
With the malaise of thinking I
Have Felt
Trying to relieve myself
My hair is getting longer
Every day and I am tempted
With the scissors
It takes such an effort to wash
It, who really cares, I’m not
Going anywhere?
The dogs are licking their
Paws and really need their
Nails trimmed, but who knows
When?
I would like to go to the
Store but then I think, would
I be putting not just myself at
Risk but others too with
This pandemic like flu
Could this be a time to stop
And reflect?
In a time like this I am so
Much more vulnerable to
Feelings and emotions
This is very serious,
So if I can only sit and write
Poetry to get through it, but
How do I do this, when
Most all I write is dark and
Dreary?
Lightheartedness is not
My genre, I’m not sure why,
Maybe its because how I was
Raised as a youngster,
But since the corona bite
Maybe a little light hearted
Words might lessen the
Pain
Oh, you cursed illness if only
One good thing you bring is
To know if we believe in
God we have nothing to
Fear and all to gain
In retrospect I find it almost
Alarming to think that in
Such a time as this I could
Capture the right words,
I almost feign (for lack of
A better old English word)
To explain
This insidious concoction
That has drained our
Resources and put our
Medical profession at risk
But I’ve done my best
So I better finish and let
Go of this!
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