This virus casts a long shadow…
fear and death hover overhead,
with reason hanging by a thread,
and hope dangling over dread,
to devour or be devoured?
The children dance upon a razor’s edge,
our lives mere water under the bridge?
we take and give our moral pledge,
then wait and see…
And from the shadows come the families,
parents, with youngsters, play beneath the trees,
work and school becoming faint memories,
laughing happily, joyfully in the breeze.
Little boys on an empty street,
biking madly with spinning feet,
smiles spread across their faces,
epitomize life’s warm embraces.