So here I sit, all hunkered down,
My brow all knit into a frown.
I see the calendar upon my wall.
I blink out loud and nearly fall.
Good Lord, I think, how can it be?
September’s here, and we’re still not free?
We’re still trapped by this Covid bug,
that nowadays can stop even a hug.
Some are angry and some are sad;
Some even think that it’s a phony fad.
It IS true, that we’ve ALL been bitten,
In one way or another, we’re all smitten.
Maybe not directly — that sneaky little flea —
But sure as words are written,
It has affected you and me.
So now we are a-waiting,
While trusting in the Lord,
For those happy words,
That this bug at last has gone.
When we can be together
In our happy Senior Center,
And chat some happy happenings
When again we’re back together.