I didn’t get COVID and
my neighbor got better
and our life is pretty normal on the street.
But I feel a bit chary
e’en outside in January
so I’m going to pull a mask up when we meet.
I didn’t get COVID and
my neighbor got better
and our life is pretty normal on the street.
But I feel a bit chary
e’en outside in January
so I’m going to pull a mask up when we meet.
The virus is receding.
Fewer sick. Fewer dead.
They say the path’s still risky but,
we’ve better days ahead.
They say that pretty soon we could
unmask and show our face.
We could eschew a toe-tap for a
touching, warm embrace.
Life could be getting better, and,
I surely hope it’s so.
But, we’re living with this virus.
We still have far to go.
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.
India has a calamity.
In places, the virus claims one in three.
Bodies burn throughout the night —
a symbol of this awful plight.