November 11, 2020
I’ve been so long beneath this curse,
I pray it’s easing, won’t get worse.
What will I do when I’m allowed
To roam about, be in a crowd?
Some things I miss, can hardly wait
To give a hug, to congregate,
To freely mix with friends so dear,
To socialize, no guilt or fear,
Let others see and share a smile,
Take time to stop and talk a while,
Some leisure time, a breakfast place
With tables close, no need for space.
These common things seem long ago.
I pray that one day soon we’ll know
It’s safe to do the things we like,
No fear we’ll cause a graph to spike.