When you have conquered the fear
of what lies within,
it will be time for an election,
once again.
In spite of what Trump tries to do,
the future of this Nation,
now rests with you.

A long time ago,
in a place far away,
where the children could run
and join others to play,
being close to one another,
not staying six feet away;
playing games or completing a task,
without any worry of wearing a mask

I am writing these words
without rhyme or reason,
for I am a frustrated artist,
as some people might say
but that is not as simple
or difficult to be.
Have I a skill?
Only you can judge,
for I write out these words,
with nothing in mind and
my thought are a flow,
like many times before.
Why is it something I do?
Just to skip a bit as I must;
There is no free lunch and
there never will be. Stay
safe, is what I say now.
Be good to each other
during this short short life.

I am all for love and affection.
Hard to do with a Co-vid 19 infection.
Please wear a mask when going out.
Avoid the crowded venues, all about.
Stay safe as you can and please
avoid contacts with others you see.

"Extend the election" you do say.
Why not pack your bags; Go away!
Write when you do find new work,
You pompous ass; You big jerk.

My wife has Dementia.
She handles it well.
Not sure of her process
in her own private Hell.

Run for cover,
try to hide,
the dreadful demon
is by your side.
The virus is coming
while you won't decide
to have a Plan,
for this evil ride.

Hey there, Donald Trump, Mr. President Man,
You still haven't made a virus plan.
Remember your words? What did you mean
When you said it will be gone by April 15?

I love to see your smiling face.
I would love to have an embrace,
But those times are gone. Gone away
And may not return for many a day.
I miss the joy, in your eyes,
But not the sound of your Goodbyes.

The times were good.
The times were bad.
The times were happy.
The times were sad.
The times, now today
The worst we've had.