Do you cry?
It’s not yet time to die
With the rise of a new moon
We’ll all sing a different tune
Lovers will feel each other’s warm embrace
We’ll kick this virus in its face
There will not be a single case
We’ll gather again around the fire
Children bonding with their sire
But for now, the situation is incredibly dire
So hang on and stay home
If you need to talk, just reach for your phone
We’re in this together; you’re never alone.
Daily Prompt: “write a poem about something that returns.” From Na/GloPoWriMo