At world’s end,
Everything
Upside-down,
Nothing working
As it should?
Restaurants vacant,
Stores bare,
Theaters dark,
School doors locked,
Streets near empty,
Isolation everywhere?
I stare out windows,
Weep to see
And hug my girls
Again, hear their
Sweet voices,
Smile into their eyes.
Never have I felt
With so much pain
How dear life can be
To me
And now, it seems,
How fragile.
©2020 John I. Blair, 3/29/2020
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