The Perfect Covid Poem
The Covid is raging
My life is a mess
I live in pajamas
And don’t have to dress
I’m in isolation
Just staying at home
And would give my last dollar
To be free to roam
I’m seriously at risk
(Or that’s what they say)
Telling me to stay in
And not go out each day
In my head I’m so young
Though my license reveals
I’m a 70-plus senior
(But that’s not how it feels!)
When I run out of food
And deliveries are late
I have to buy groceries
Between 7 and 8
So early in the morning
I head to restock
And discover a lineup
That winds ’round the block
Social distancing seniors
All 6 feet apart
Makes me wonder just when
I became an old fart.
My meals are repetitive
(A lot like my gas)
And I’m tired of discussing
why Trump is an ass.
My latest new outfit
Is gloves and a mask
And I’m starting to wonder
If I’m up to this task
I wash all my groceries
All fruit, meat, and veg
Will this additional precaution
Tip me over the edge?
My beautiful brown hair
Has wide roots of gray
No hairdresser’s around
To help wash them away
I’ve been talking to myself
Now I’m answering back
Is it Monday or Friday?
I’ve really lost track
I’ve stopped doing housework
It’s weeks since I dusted
And I know without visitors
I’ll never get busted
I FaceTime my friends
Or we group chat on Zoom
And try to pretend
We’re all in the same room
Thank God liquor stores
Are considered essential
Without daily drinks
This would drive us mental
Every once in a while
It’s good to reflect
on what this all means
and what can we expect.
It’s time to be grateful
For all that we’ve got
Like a warm house and food
That others have not
The bottom line is this:
By the time all this ends,
Is that we’ll get through it
With our family and friends.
So even if your partner
Is a bit of a grump,
You can really be grateful
You’re not married to Trump!