BESIEGED by COVID-19

 

          Staying in the house

          is the best defense.

          The fierce destroyer

          lurks outside, waiting

          for a foolish sally

 

          Don’t ever confront

this ruthless enemy,

ready to impose

suffering and death

on the unwise ones

 

          The vaccine is coming

          so, the best strategy

          is to patiently wait

          for a medical shield,

          then herd immunity

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EVERY DAY

 

         The cauldron bubbles below

Hungry for my old body

with painful wavering legs

Balancing on the tightrope

Stretched across the bottomless

 

Brief respite lies ahead

On the too narrow ledge

Of my lingering life

Before I must return

To the daily journey

 

In my youth the path

Was broad and inviting

Leading to spacious

Grassy rolling hills

With beautiful views

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LEGS, a poem

 

          Featherlike I floated

          on my powerful legs

          through a long life,

          jogging for miles,

          bounding up stairs

         

          Now, a boulder

on the precipice

of real old age

expecting to fall

into the abyss

 

A tumble lies ahead

to vanish weightlessly

into whatever future

mysteriously awaits

after my earthly journey