We haven’t seen our kids in weeks,
Our grandkids or our car,
Yet reading all the stories,
We’re the lucky ones, by far.
We’re hunkered down with food and books
And music and TV,
With working Wi-Fi and a phone
To FaceTime, gratefully.
I feel for those who can’t pay rent,
Whose loved ones died, or worse –
Whose lives are on a downward slide
They maybe can’t reverse.
This country has a great divide,
Our differences made clear.
This virus, though, reminds us
That our luck could disappear.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2020
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