A Covid-19 Poem From the Safety Meteorologist
They told me something, they didn’t say,
They covered my mind with a shade of grey
My blue was gone and plans delayed.
My full life has gone on hold
Because of things I wasn’t told,
Why are people so smart and bold?
When all is obscured out in the cold.
The sun is hiding, the wind is harsh
I close my eyes, my doubt is vast,
Is a storm approaching?
We hope it will pass.
You don’t know, why tell me so?
You confuse me more, faux news flow,
Your hopes for hopes, out in the snow
And my fears on fears will not plateau.
You gave me a storm of paper hate
But I’m not so sure of your story mate,
Will storm clouds pass?
Will storm clouds go?
What is coming? You don’t know.