Butterflies and Rainbows…
They’ll help your day to start.
Butterflies and Rainbows…
I send them from my heart.
Butterflies and Rainbows…
They’ll help your day to start.
Butterflies and Rainbows…
I send them from my heart.
I’m a Fully Vaccinated Person….
the nation’s New Elite!
You can tell us very readily.
We’re Mask-less in the Street!
We needn’t shuffle sheepishly
with masks across our face,
so all the word can quickly
see our “No Vaccine” disgrace.
No, we can boldly go outdoors..
or even stay inside!..
and show our face to strangers
in our Vaccinated Pride.
Today I needed some good advice, so
I talked to myself and I listened twice.
I listened long and carefully.
The advice was worth a lot to me.
COVID masks are optional for
vaccinated folks like me.
But now I don’t need to wear one,
I’m nervous as I can be.
I haven’t been wearing make up
or fluffing my COVID hair.
My mask gives me a full disguise
when I go anywhere.
Now I’m about to show my face.
My friends will see my full disgrace!
So now I have a Cosmic Ask –
Please, oh, please let me wear a mask!
We now can open up our doors,
put on our masks, and go.
“They say” we find it hard to do –
“re-entry” is going slow.
We’ve gotten used to staying home,
alone, behind closed doors –
going out, when needed, only to
essential stores.
The change is going slowly as we
cope with “Virus Dread”.
Tho now we can go right along
we’re staying home instead.
When more Americans
achieve immunity
we can live our lives with
greater impunity.
A chilling fog blanks out the street.
It’s hard to think it’s May!
A heavy curtain cloaks the land
with foghorns in the bay.
Most days I sit and ponder on
the world and its direction.
I wonder if we all are lost
or just know imperfection.
Are Man’s problems really major
or don’t they really matter?
And while I think it’s the former,
I hope that it’s the latter.
We’re Sick and Tired of COVID!
We’re Bored with COVID fuss!
We’re through with Masks and Closures!
But….. COVID’s not done with us.
My garden gate is open.
It invites you to come in.
If you come into my garden,
perhaps you’ll be a friend.