Some folks want a world that’s
growing wider, growing taller.
I seem to like my world the best
when it is growing smaller.
Life seems to be the best for me
in my own neighborhood.
Life is pretty quiet and the
folks are kind and good.
Some folks want a world that’s
growing wider, growing taller.
I seem to like my world the best
when it is growing smaller.
Life seems to be the best for me
in my own neighborhood.
Life is pretty quiet and the
folks are kind and good.
I guess my palate’s quite untrained.
I’m very fond of eating.
Most everything tastes good to me
with a bit of mixing and heating.
I feel hope rise within me.
Everything’s not quite so bleak.
The shot should be effective
in about another week.
I can plan to get my hair done.
I can have lunch with a friend.
I can do the things I used to do.
Life’s no longer at its end.
My brain’s been Feeling Shaky.
My brain’s been Quite Uncertain.
My brain is Unreliable
behind this Virus Curtain.
I hope my brain is Still Up There.
I hope that I can find it!
I hope that it will start again and
all I’ll do is rewind it.
If this were any ordinary year,
our Kati would choose us a book.
We’d read it with a thoughtful eye,
give the plot a careful look.
We’d study and we’d be prepared
to say what we thought about it.
If we didn’t like it, we’d speak up!
There’d be no doubt about it!
But this is not an ordinary year.
These times are filled with trouble.
We stay alive, we try to survive,
each in our COVID bubble.
So we look ahead to the books we’ll read
and the other things we’ll do,
and we’ll plan our next discussions
for the Year of Twenty-Two.
It’s not a gourmet breakfast
nor a gastronomic treat,
but in less than two short minutes
it is fixed and ready to eat.
Night comes soft with an evening song
to end this troubled day.
It brings a quiet lullaby
to sooth the ills away.
Love thy neighbor.
Mask thy face.
Wash thy hands.
Do not embrace.
We are one with all mankind.
Do thy part.
Always be kind.
OMG! I saw a school bus
heading down the Boulevard!
I thought that all our local schools
were still sealed up and barred.
Oh, won’t it be quite wonderful
when children go to school!
…when kids can play outside again
and the Virus doesn’t rule…..
I used to write my little odes
with a quill on old papyrus.
But I’ve found if takes a fast PC
just to get me through this virus.