Covid
How long will we hide our faces
How long is this leaving traces
Of broken hearts and broken dreams
We’re all coming apart at the seams
Where’s my job...it’s in my room?
I live a life of board room zooms
I guess I’m lucky I have a job
I’m sure there’s others who sit and sob
Wondering when it’s coming back
There’s just so much we now just lack
Never imagined something
so morbid
as this new life we all call Covid
Copyright © Debra Lynn | Year Posted 2021
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