Contemplating Corona
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I sit here on our roof quite high
Wondering why
Some down there die
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I’m in the group of the old
I’m told
I could be one of those left in the cold.
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Do I wish I were young
At the bottom rung
Never a care about the collapsing lung
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This virus is not fair
It attacks grey hair
Or those with head so bare
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I was born with a desire
Never a liar
To traverse life with water, wind and fire
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But now I’m here
With fear
Wondering how to protect those near and dear
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This is no fun
Staring down the virus’ gun
Never giving up till we have won.
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And so I look west
That’s best
When we, and the sun, can rest.
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Published: Nov 14, 2020
Latest Revision: Nov 14, 2020
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