Tonight I need a lullaby.
I need a simple song.
I need sweet words of comfort
to bring my sleep along.
I need words soft and gentle.
I need words warm and kind.
I need a simple lullaby
to soothe my weary mind.
Tonight I need a lullaby.
I need a simple song.
I need sweet words of comfort
to bring my sleep along.
I need words soft and gentle.
I need words warm and kind.
I need a simple lullaby
to soothe my weary mind.
Today I got my flu shot.
I went out without delay.
I’m doing all I can to keep
the Virus Risk at bay.
I do not want pneumonia.
I don’t want the common cold.
I wash my hands obsessively.
It’s dangerous to be old.
Today I found my hearing aid
on the floor up at Fred Meyer.
The case was scuffed and had a dent
but it didn’t break the wire.
My ear won’t hold the glasses,
hearing aid, Corona Mask.
It simply is not big enough.
It’s not up to the task,
I couldn’t leave the house today
to do my daily tasks.
I had to stop and run a load.
I had no clean COVID masks!
Today I thought of purple hills, of windswept plains, and daffodils.
Today I thought of summer rain, with droplets on the windowpane.
Today I thought of childhood days, tangled up in mem’ry’s haze.
Today I thought of souls gone by, and tonight I hummed a lullaby.
My tomato eating appetite is on the wane.
Their flavor was delicious. I cannot complain.
But my tomato appetite’s begun to disappear.
I can’t face any more until this time next year.
I’m getting calls from Amy.
I try to block her call.
Whatever I do is useless.
It doesn’t matter at all.
I got across without a flap.
Nothing Anxious. No Mishap.
I’m always careful, on my guard,
when I walk across the Boulevard.
It’s the final day of summer and we should be having lunch.
But, COVID has us reeling with its One-Two punch.
We hope for something better in the months ahead.
The numbers have us weeping: 200,000 dead.
Some days my mind will make a rhyme
and churn it out in record time.
Some days my mind’s windswept and bare
and there is simply nothing there.