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The poetry of the COVID era

I spend my time within four walls
My time runs, my time crawls
It ebbs and flows, but cannot stay
It talks to wise, it flies away

Time envelops, leaves marks on thee
And when imprisoned, sets us free
In trying times, time stands still
It rarely bows to human will

We’re made of time. What a rave
It’s our master, we're slaves
Life’s just a view through times' glass
You don’t get a second pass

The greatest gift to give is time
Think otherwise is simply crime
Mourn time lost, as seconds die
We don’t have the time to cry

It’s ours when we are alone
And shared with those on the phone
The mirrors, pictures, also kids
Reflect how fast the time skids

Exchanged for money in our youth
“I want more time” is elders’ truth
In memories, both sweet and not
It lives. Now, what a timely thought

The sculptor’s putty in our hands
We shape the time with our plans
Invest in kids or write the code
It gifts us wings and tells the road

It gives us hope when we’re stuck
Lets grow together when in luck
And when it ends, defying death
Say “t’was great time” with final breath

April 5, 2020
New York, USA
© 2020

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