Cometh the day Cometh the ban Yet another deprivation Another death for motivation Covid Nine still running wild Meaning for us Nothing good Nothing mild Just another tight restriction This is now life It is not fiction
I tell my family they cannot come They are not surprised They do not blanche Just another faded chance Not something else to life enhance
Will I one day Look back and say When this black cloud has blown away I lived through covid Took its measure Saw it off Without a cough Survived to tell new generations How grandad lived through such privations Knuckled down Obeyed the rules Derided all those other fools Who didn’t care Who took it easy Yet also lived to tell the tale
I can’t help but think With a nod and a wink Life’s still worth living D. V. – God Willing.
as more mute shadows come and go so my life does ebb and flow clinging disturbingly with my every motion not prepared to let me go until at some time not yet determined in the day’s misty murkiness I will merge with the darkness along with life’s shrouded meaning to await that time which surely will arrive for the putting out of the light and the beginning of death’s adventure
As I considered how my life was spent How purposeful, how plotted A sigh escaped me pleading to be heard And as I sighed I felt the pain Some twinge of inner turmoil The pent up tension of all those years Summation of a retreating life Intent on seeking some resolution
For what had it been all about What purpose behind the screen How indistinct the clouded scene However firm the frame How difficult it had been
To keep the picture clean How worthwhile now to try For passing clouds will understand More than I can see But I trust that others will come to understand More than has been gifted to me