Our World Has Changed
Oh, how our world has changed!
Our days are rearranged-
this quarantine exchanged
for freedom- so deranged.
How long- we do not know;
the peak will come to show
a curve- and then plateau-
at that, our hope may grow.
Oh, beautiful, spring days-
we're missing your bright blaze;
forsythia's gold sprays
and daffodil displays!
Our children rule us now-
to leave home, disallow.
They bring sundries and chow-
six feet apart allow.
If this could be a dream
a nightmare's ghoulish scheme,
we'd sure wake up agleam-
with joy, we'd dance and scream.
But, no- this nightmare's true;
together, we'll pull through.
But- many perished too!
We, quarantined, make do.
April 6, 2020
Premiere Contest: One On The Chin
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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