at the end of the 7th week

there’s no guarantee
the sun will shine for long
or that the disc jockey will play
that favourite song
some days it’s awful hard
trying to remain strong
when you gotta go out shopping
in the midst of the quarantine throng

no man is an island
that’s what the poet said
supposedly we need each other
the way we need our daily bread
wish I could see the future
or a shining light ahead
for now I’m happy all alone
other people fill me with dread

until this nightmare’s over
I’ll try to keep a smile on my face
grateful for the bed & walls
that provides me with safe space
I’ll find peace in my garden
roses, lilies, Queen Anne’s lace
& at bedtime each night I’ll pray
for those I love & the whole human race

copyright © 2020 KPM

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