The Chances We'Ve Got
Though nothing is normal, at times we pretend
And oh, it’s so sad when that vision must end.
We hang with our grandkids or see a good friend
Then poof! It’s reality time.
We laugh and we dance and we cook and we eat
While knowing each minute together’s a treat
And though it may just be through Zoom that we meet
To end it feels just like a crime.
The life we once lived is now sadly on hold
So being with loved ones is precious as gold.
If only that joy we could somehow enfold
Then from out of the doldrums we’d climb.
Yet we must delight in the chances we’ve got
To help us untie all our guts in a knot
And know that we’re giving it all our best shot
(Which for some of us, happens in rhyme).
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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