Sometimes
All that the times we live in
Give room for us to do
Is survive.
To take the beating,
Go through the hurricane,
Enter the cesspool
And somehow come out the other side.
COVID has taken a lot from us
And sadly it may take more still.
The days are dark
And maybe some of us aren’t going to have
An outrageous story
Of how we overcame.
Some of us may walk with a limp
For the rest of our lives.
Through no fault of our own
It is simply the hand we’ve been dealt.
Sometimes
All the times we live in
Give room for us to do
Is survive.
And maybe that’s enough.
Survive
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