The Virus is an endless curse.
The path it charts gets ever worse.
Its course is marked with grief and woe.
Yet, still—mankind has far to go.
Author: maiamom
Breaking News
I’ve switched off the news on Radio.
I’ve turned off my TV.
Knowing the Stuff that’s going on
is becoming the Death of Me.
COVID Bubble
They say you need a COVID Bubble
where you feel safe from harm,
where you’re not all the time on guard,
watchful for ev’ry alarm.
I look out on my quiet street
to the homes in the cul de sac.
My neighbors move about their day,
going forth and back.
We’re socially distanced, faces masked,
all compliant, doing as asked,
trying to stay away from trouble….
Maybe this is my COVID Bubble.
Daily Check-in Call
I call a friend each morning
just to check that she’s all right—
a brief contact to let me know
she made it through the night.
311,000 Corona Virus Deaths
There’s another vaccine ready.
It’s approved by the FDA.
Now two vaccines are coming.
Feels like hope is on the way.
The Day is Over
Now the day is over.
I can lay my head to rest.
I took what this day handed me.
I did my level best.
Angels
May Angels move among us.
May Angels hover near.
May Angels keep us safe from harm
and hold our Loved Ones dear.
Corona Virus Brain
My Brain’s gone crazy.
It just won’t stand still.
It falls down in the Valley.
It swoops over the Hill.
It goes a direction—
then it doubles back.
My Brain has succumbed
to a Virus Attack.
Reminder
Don’t ask of people what they can’t do.
Don’t turn away, and say, “I’m Through!”
Don’t expect another to be
a replica of you and me.
US Census: Seattle is the Saddest Metro Area in the Nation
Well, Yes, I feel ineffably sad.
I wish there were something to make me glad.
The world feels a dangerous, desperate place.
We’re on a planet that seems lost in space.
Our path is Politics of Destruction:
Hate and Spite and Mean Obstruction.
The Virus leaves hundreds of thousands dead.
A desperate time lies straight ahead.
The Northwest skies mirror human pain.
The forecast? We’ll have a “River of Rain.”
Our sadness shows that we feel our plight.
The road ahead feels like dark of night.
The Census just shows what most of us know:
This life is not the way to go.
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Living the Aging Life 