There’s a cost to this pandemic.
There’s a cost to all this strife.
There’s a cost in human suff’ring.
There’s a cost in human life.
There’s a cost to all the children.
There’s a cost that takes a toll.
There’s a cost that we’re all paying.
It’s the cost to the human soul.
Today I sailed on the ferry to Clinton.
It was a Splendid Thing to Do.
It was like a mini ocean cruise
under sparkling skies of blue.
They say that we’ve become immune as the daily losses mount.
They say we’ve lost our feelings with the massive body count.
They say the numbers are so high we no longer comprehend
the price our country’s paying with this staggering upward trend.
My wishes are quite simple:
Two things I’d like to see.
My New Year’s wishes for the world:
Health and Civility.
Santa’s loading up his gear—
his presents, and his sleigh.
It’s his promise to the children:
He will be here Christmas Day!
I’m going to eat my way through the Virus.
It’s about all that I can do.
I’ll eat my way through the virus.
Then, I’ll stop if it ever gets through.
A few tenacious, soggy leaves still cling to the wind-swept tree.
The leaves are quite determined to avoid their destiny.
I watch the leaves and wonder if there’s a lesson here for me.
Can sheer determination ever avoid one’s destiny?
I thought the (expletive) President
would be the news this year.
I thought that vicious politics
were what we had to fear.
I never thought Elusive Death
would stalk at every hand.
I never thought a Virus
would just decimate the land.
The Podiatrist says my feet are shot.
That’s worrisome, ‘cause they’re what I’ve got.
I’ve depended on them at every stage, and,
to get me through this Ripe Old Age.
The COVID deaths are rising.
The vaccines don’t bring an end.
The chilling death rate spirals
in a never-ending trend.
Living the Aging Life 