I got up this morning and thought I looked fine,
Then I put in my contacs and saw the decline
Deep wrinkles and fine lines–though fewer of those,
After a deep sigh–I just put on my clothes.
What else can you do, when we’re all stuck inside,
But pray for each other until this subsides.
Check on your neighbor by phone or by text,
None of us know what is happening next.
The days loom before us–a deep dark abyss,
I keep remembering how I once longed for this.
To have no reason to rise and rush out,
Just to love and help each other–that’s what it’s all about.