I’ve Got the Coronavirus Blues

So sorry we can't be meeting

or shake someone’s hand in greeting.

To meet now seems imprudential.

This virus is exponential.

So, most of us now must park it,

while shelves are refilled at market.

The movies, we watch at Netflix

and pay for our seats with mouse clicks.

The libraries now are empty,

while Amazon books are trendy.

The workday commute less glacial,

we stumble from bed to table.

For now, we cannot all gather.

But, yet, we will cope, together.

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.