Corona, the Devil

Yesterday I wrote a poem in my head, It was a beautiful thing and made me cry, For I have been in isolation since a man said You have rules of when you can come and walk by.. Not one little foot have I put out the door, and Depression plagues me more and more. Oh, I do know I am not the only one, Though I am told I’m a likely one. Medicine whispers in my ear, my car was wrecked, I’m full of fear after chest pains gave me a scare How often I thought “when I have time,” but Not one little foot have I put out the door. Once I held my head high into the clouds, And asked for directions as to how I could please? And I did == , but now I wait for a sweet potato from the mike, Maybe the virus will die before I!