It’s April and it’s nearly time
for us to meet again.
But, still, because of COVID
we are mainly staying in.
So we’ll stay close to our own home
and lift our coffee cup.
And drink together to the day
when life will open up.
It’s April and it’s nearly time
for us to meet again.
But, still, because of COVID
we are mainly staying in.
So we’ll stay close to our own home
and lift our coffee cup.
And drink together to the day
when life will open up.
This awful pandemic has changed my life.
I sometimes wonder when
the life I lived and the things I did
will come my way again.
550,000 have died.
We hardly even pause.
Over six hundred died last night —
chalked up to a Virus cause.
We go about our daily task.
Some do, some don’t put on a mask.
Some say they’re simply bored to death.
Others draw their final breath.
The numbers add up one by one.
Each tick is a life that’s gone.
Each death is a loss to humankind.
The Virus rages on.
Now malicious Virus Variants
multiply and start to grow…
push the awful death rate higher
in this endless tale of woe.
A thousand people die each day.
The deadly struggle wears on.
Vaccination race continues…
but the COVID battle’s not won.
My wild Corona Virus hair
is all fixed up – in full repair.
It’s washed and permed and combed and sheared
with far less trauma than I feared.
I look in the bathroom mirror
and I sigh at the COVID weight.
Then, I nibble a little something
while I rue all the candy I ate.
The awful death toll’s trending down –
a thousand a day this week.
The loss of life is staggering,
but well below our peak.
Yet mockers frolic in the sun
and flaunt civility
and dance on Florida’s beaches
while they shout of Me! Me! Me!
Some businesses are opening.
Some kids are going to school.
Distancing and facial masks
are still the COVID rule.
It’s been a long, long year of stress.
Folks are taking it slow.
As for me, the Beauty Salon
is the very first place I’ll go.