Another day of isolation,
another day of deep frustration
for a vile virus we can’t comprehend.
When will this pestilent pandemic end?
One more day of bone crushing fear,
one more day we’re destined to bear
this soul sucking dread that we won’t survive.
We’re fighting like tigers to just stay alive.
After seven long months we still sit at home,
shrinking like Autumn leaves, withering alone,
but like new born babes we crave human touch,
FaceTime and Zoom calls are just not enough.
The pain of the ambulances’ shrill, piercing wail,
leaves me fuming at Pumpkin-head’s grand, epic fail,
and the news of a second and third deadly wave,
more than 200,000 sent to their graves.
Still, I’m grateful to all those sheltering inside,
and all of the people masking with pride,
and the superheroes who wear scrubs, not red capes,
I pray that God blesses you and keeps you all safe.
That was great, Peggy. And we all know exactly how you feel. On the plus side, the vaccine is on its way.