Nothing good rhymes with “pandemic”

It’s that challenging time of year again. National Poetry Month. And this April also is the 14th month of the pandemic. So…..

Back before this Covid-19 thing

We were just as free as birds,

With no longing to participate in

The immunity of a herd.

 …

People weren’t yet made of cardboard,

Weren’t dressing up like Jesse James.

There was no such thing as quarantine

Or looking for whom to blame.

… 

So we’re locked up in our houses

Preoccupied with getting the shot.

At least that’s those who aren’t suspicious

That this is all a government plot.

 …

Now there’s warning from the doctors

There might be another surge.

Just as we are all reminded

Some folks aren’t known for fighting the urge.

… 

Here’s where optimism is needed.

Send the word out on the Zoom.

There must be a call for patience

Or corona will lower the boom.

 Again.

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