First, we got COVID.
Then, we got Delta.
Now, we’ve got Omicron.
I’m SICK of this and
the taunting way this
virus prances on.
Hundreds of thousands now have died.
I’ve done my part.
I’ve stayed inside.
But, there are those who don’t
vax or mask.
Some thoughtfulness
is all I ask.
When it Began
Who could imagine the death we’d see?
Who could imagine the sorrow?
Who could believe we still don’t know
how many will die tomorrow?
Who could believe our months of fear,
denial, and isolation?
Who could believe,
with lives at stake,
how COVID would divide our nation?
The daffodils are pushing up…..
about an inch – or so.
My COVID heart
is touched with hope:
Spring’s begun to show!
The little pink primrose
sits in her pot and
turns her face to the sun.
She changes the world
in her quiet way.
She smiles on ev’ry one.
I’ve got Paralysis of the Brain.
It’s a malady I can’t explain.
But, it’s been Post-COVID
so I do maintain
that COVID can paralyze the brain.
The little pink primrose sits in her pot
and does what she came to do.
She lifts her soft face to the sun.
That’s all she has to do.
Old age has losses and limitations.
There are lots of comforts, too.
There are plenty of bright spots in my life.
One of them is you.
One little primrose
lifted its head up and
smiled at the sullen sky.
One little primrose
lifted the world up
and hardly had to try.
Now we’ve got a tsunami threat.
I say: Don’t that Beat All!
Haven’t we had enough to handle
through this winter and this fall?
The Anti-Vaxxers play COVID Roulette.
You’d think by now they’d know.
Omicron chooses the easiest.
They’re among the next to go.
Living the Aging Life 