I’d like to go to Florida and lay out in the sun.
I’d like to go to Disneyland and have a little fun.
I’d like to go to Egypt and look around with Awe.
Or, maybe find a tiny place that no one ever saw.
I’d like to go to Canada – it’s close enough to drive.
But, I am in my living room. Stay Home. Stay Safe. Stay Alive.
The Virus continues its deadly pace.
Tens of thousands have lost the race.
Really, is it too much to ask
that EVERYONE just pull on a mask?
My furniture is battered.
The sofa’s getting worn.
The blanket binding’s splitting.
The carpets are forlorn.
The fixtures are so retro
stores don’t sell them anymore.
My hats and shoes and handbags should be
whisked right out the door.
But, if I rush around, and, in a frenzy, I replace
all the things I’m used to….
it just wouldn’t be my space!
My hair is growing long and limp.
I can’t see out my eyes.
Pretty soon I guess I’ll be
a Pirate in Disguise!
My cute Corona Mask will not stay hooked around my ears.
It flaps around, and hits the ground, and then it disappears.
And then the whole wide world can see my naked, unmasked face.
There I am … Unmasked! ….A Virus-Based Disgrace.
My new Year’s Resolution
is simply to survive.
I’ll really be quite focused:
Stay Home. Stay Safe. Stay Alive.
May moon beans drift across your bed,
bringing sweet dreams to your sleepy head.
May moon beams scatter at break of dawn,
leaving sweet dreams to linger on.
Living the Aging Life 