In Times Like These
A year ago could we have guessed
we could be in bad times like this?
Where we'd be tethered to our homes
and could not our grand-children kiss?
It is lonely living alone
when none are allowed to stop by,
unless they stay six feet away.
It would make a stone grandma cry.
Easter came and then Easter left,
and we were left in the lurch.
We wondered how we could enjoy
Easter, without our loved church.
Political problems aside,
I truly am fit to be tied.
Why must we change our lives around
because someone in China has died?
It's because our world has shrunken.
We're only a few hours from there.
Bad things happen in any country
we in the USA must care.
We're coming back in short phases,
and no one in charge seems to care
that I'm needing my hair-dresser
to be able to do my hair.
By: Joyce Johnson
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