Roses and Weeds

This deadly -invisible thing has taught us about love and exposed all the greed now tell me are you giving or hoarding partying or praying turning a sharp shoulder to a neighbor in need thinking glad it's not me in that premature grave. I'm somewhere between cussing and loving god with every marbled breath behind a soft door of this dry cough quarantine rolling a pair of dice called life and death. This deadly-invisible thing has unveiled many things kneaded the rose from the weeds.