A Spring or two ago the virus spread
To which the nations all roared havoc
The time has passed begotten of our dread
Until the people all remembered luck
In the beginning the shelves were barren
All of the stores closed early to restock
A quarantine domineered over men
Weeks and years ticked by on a broken clock
A divide arose amidst the chaos
Those in luck, and those in fear fought to win
That though this sickness has divided us
The hardest battle always was with sin
Our time is meaningless when life is gone
But time is precious for those who’ve moved on
Monday, January 17, 2022
An Ode to Covid-19
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