I stood at the door with my mask in place,
To go for groceries requires planning and space,
Stay six feet apart and be careful what you touch,
Only pick up what you’ll buy–bananas and such,
How long will it last, this surreal time?
I want to write silly things, but still make them rhyme.
Hang in there my friends, we will win in the end
But the end is not here yet, so just words I can send.