My world’s awash with Passwords.
They tumble from the sky.
They’re like buzzing, angry hornets
who just will not let me by.
I can’t log in to anything
unless I break, then stop.
They want another password…
like a grumpy traffic cop.
My devices want another one.
It’s just too much to cope.
I hate: “Forgot your password?”
I’m running out of hope.
My kitties like their breakfast.
Like to sleep. Like to eat.
Just a little taste of kibble
makes their kitty lives complete.
No one has the answers
for the questions of the heart.
The most important things to know…
we only know in part.
They say it may be easing up.
There may be hope ahead.
There may be fewer who get sick.
There may be fewer dead.
They say that things could settle down.
We won’t be COVID free,
but, if the burden’s lighter…
then it sounds quite good to me.
I need a sympathetic heart.
I need some understanding.
I need some quiet for my soul.
I need life less demanding.
I need to find more hope ahead.
I need to see more kindness.
I need to see a gentler world
where light and love can find us.
I need to know there’s purpose
in the daily things I do.
I need to laugh. I need to play.
I need these things. Don’t you?
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.
Living the Aging Life 