Now the day is over.
I can lay my head to rest.
I took what this day handed me.
I did my level best.
Now the day is over.
I can lay my head to rest.
I took what this day handed me.
I did my level best.
May Angels move among us.
May Angels hover near.
May Angels keep us safe from harm
and hold our Loved Ones dear.
My Brain’s gone crazy.
It just won’t stand still.
It falls down in the Valley.
It swoops over the Hill.
It goes a direction—
then it doubles back.
My Brain has succumbed
to a Virus Attack.
Don’t ask of people what they can’t do.
Don’t turn away, and say, “I’m Through!”
Don’t expect another to be
a replica of you and me.
Well, Yes, I feel ineffably sad.
I wish there were something to make me glad.
The world feels a dangerous, desperate place.
We’re on a planet that seems lost in space.
Our path is Politics of Destruction:
Hate and Spite and Mean Obstruction.
The Virus leaves hundreds of thousands dead.
A desperate time lies straight ahead.
The Northwest skies mirror human pain.
The forecast? We’ll have a “River of Rain.”
Our sadness shows that we feel our plight.
The road ahead feels like dark of night.
The Census just shows what most of us know:
This life is not the way to go.
.
Everyone needs a hobby,
happens Doomscrolling is mine.
I could stop and be more cheerful,
but I just don’t have the time.
It takes me every minute
to keep up with all the gloom.
My mind could be more cheerful,
but it doesn’t have the room.
I’m skipping Christmas for this year.
I’m hunkering down to survive.
I’ll celebrate Christmas twice next year
if I get through this alive.
I haven’t enough to worry about,
so this is what I’ll do:
I’ll worry about the snowpack.
That will see me through!
May today bring Rainbows.
May today bring Joy.
May today fill your world
with the things you enjoy.
Popeye says that Spinach is
The Best for Mind and Soul.
He could be right – so, just in case –
I’ll have another bowl.