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I give it to you
You give it to me
Want it or not
In this pandemy.
You don't know you have it
It's like that sometimes
You have and don't know it
It's hidden like rhyme.
Until others get it
And then you realize
You were always infectious
And then someone dies.
When she died, they said
A good mother, a good wife
A good sister, a good friend
She led a good life.
Her goodness it spread
Like it was a virus
And now she is dead
But somehow inside us.
She is gone, she is gone
One less link in the chain
Nothing but bones
And the pain, O the pain.
You have it too
For good or for ill
The symptoms will spread
May restore or may kill.
I give it to you
You give it to me
Want it or not
In this pandemy.
2 comments:
There a lot of poems out there now about the pandemic, but this one is very different. I like that what is contagious is not only the virus, but the goodness that exists in all of us. Like a virus, that goodness never seems to die. A nice revelation!
Exactly. Thanks Kelp!
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