Tomorrow begins a new week.
One of trying your best to survive.
Mental and physical exhaustion takes its toll.
Food and rest only go so far
As the new normal begins again.
We all want to have a good life.
We all want to be treated as human beings.
Thoughts abound as the night drags on
And the week starts before it ends.
I love to pun rhyme
It can get so rad
That I forget to warn
Friends to bury the lad
So I venture forth
In the sun fun I’ve had
Explaining the unconvinced
About the start of my fad
To sleep I shall go
Home to stay where I’ll be glad
Woke up with a sore throat.
No masks can I make.
My nose sniffles but not always.
No testing can I take.
Is it the pandemic virus I’m scared of?
Or can I pretend that it is fake.
No going out for this possible carrier
so I guess I better go back to baking.
Things are going awry.
Time just flies by.
My rhymes I do try
are terrible. I cry!
You jump to five without thinking.
You catch yourself wondering why?
A moment later four cars whiz past
And the birds singing are one less than that!
So where does the day go when you need another tomorrow?
Wait until the end of the week
when the storm drains back up
and the threes all come bursting out.
People think of things that seem permanent.
Statues in their honour.
Names and faces to live on after you are gone.
A palace built so grandly.
A place of worship for people to journey to.
A story or song written because of you.
So why then does
A friendly wave that goes by so fast
and yet is most remembered?
The smiling face that filled our hearts
and helps others endure the hardships.
Permanence does not last.
15 minutes of fame
and then who remembers you now?
I complain about the cold
I complain about the aches
I complain about the pains
I complain about the kids these days
I complain about the weather
I complain about the heat
I complain about the current situation
I complain about politics
I complain that I am not yet 50 and yet I still complain
Is it going to be awhile?
Do you want people randomly hugging?
Sneezing and coughing in your vicinity?
A plague upon our people
Or should we let the frogs loose?
Locusts and a river of blood
have been the focus in a holy book
but can we avoid them this time?
Normal is not normal.
Our global community is our new world
and our normal means keeping the planet
as our main focus.
So what do you do for normal these days?
It is not the same.
When everyday can be treated like a Saturday
how do you know the difference?
Is this what retirement looks like?
Bored with no structure to the days?
Guess I’ll break out another puzzle.
When plague stones were needed
for the fear of farmers not wanting to get sick.
Get towns and city folks still need food to live.
Vinegar in the basin
for the coins to be dropped in.
Fished out by the farmers
who would leave the food close by
after they’d been paid.
Our homes now are things we are trapped in.
The sun still shines.
Farmers still grow food
and our money needs to be cleaned once again.
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