They say that COVID’s over.
It’s just all So Yesterday.
But death still walks among us.
COVID hasn’t gone away.
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Daffodils
The daffodils push up their buds
through February snow.
The temp outside’s still freezing,
but they think it’s time to grow.
To my friends in Genealogy Book Club January, 2022, meeting
Our January meeting was an intimate affair.
We looked around the lovely room.
Only four were there.
We talked about the book we read,
exclaimed about the weather,
and chose another book to read
when next we’d get together.
The Omicron is rampant.
COVID threat’s still in the air.
But, we could pause and laugh again
as we took time to share.
Thanks, Betty
Daffodils
A daffodil pushed up its nose.
I’m said to say: its nose is froze.
The daffodils should be quite wary.
There’s ice and cold in February.
February 17, 2022 3,205 COVID deaths
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932,738 Confirmed US Deaths
They say it’s getting better.
They say it’s slowing down.
They say that soon we’ll hardly know
it even hangs around.
They say that masking’s over.
They say life can go on.
I surely hope that it is true.
We’ve near a million gone.
932,738 confirmed US Death
They say it’s getting better.
They say it’s slowing down.
They say that soon we’ll hardly know
it even hangs around.
They say that masking’s over.
They say life can go on.
I surely hope that it is true.
We’ve near a million gone.
The News
I turn on the news, and
it’s always bad.
It’s sometimes brutal
and it’s often sad.
They’re always breaking
in to show
grim things that I
don’t want to know.
Ev’rybody Knows
Ev’rybody knows
we’re on a planet full of trouble.
Ev’rybody knows
we’ve had a two-year COVID bubble.
Ev’rybody knows
about the rise in violence.
Ev’rybody knows
our human problems are immense.
Ev’rybody knows
about the changes in the weather.
But, no one knows
what we should do to solve these things together.
Two Ships
Two ships wait in the harbor,
sitting idly in the bay,
floating with the changing tide
to pass their day away.
No port is ready for them–
no place for them to dock.
They drift at anchor, waiting,
as they while away the clock.
Tell Me
Tell me about the Olden Days.
Tell me ‘bout life back then.
Tell me what you’re thinking
when you say: “Remember when?”
Tell me what folks used to do –
all the ways they found to cope.
Tell me how they kept their faith
so they wouldn’t lose all hope.
Tell me how they met each day:
Dealt with laughter. Dealt with sorrow.
Tell me how it used to be
so I can face tomorrow.
3,471 US Deaths: February 8, 2022
The virus is receding.
Fewer sick. Fewer dead.
They say the path’s still risky but,
we’ve better days ahead.
They say that pretty soon we could
unmask and show our face.
We could eschew a toe-tap for a
touching, warm embrace.
Life could be getting better, and,
I surely hope it’s so.
But, we’re living with this virus.
We still have far to go.
Living the Aging Life 