The day so far had gone pleasant enough
The whole virus thing was pretty rough
On and on the stories continue
People forget they’re made of more than sinew
Looking for ways out of what you couldn’t see
Like religion in the 13th century
Forgot how good it felt to just be
Without you there is no me
From our fears we try to flee
Poems never orderly, more than he
Storms at sea, or in the harbor
Hair gone so skip the barber
Worried it all away. Forgot how to spell P.L.A.Y.
But just as he lay all set to decay and start feeding the hay
It dawned on him how useless dismay was
Only this moment to say how the day was
Awethentic 