A crisis has fallen upon the land yet I feel safe and secure,

I have lived a dream of enchantment, of that I’m very sure,

Throughout my life I have often had reason to utter a sigh,

Today I am frightened of a virus that targets elders to die,

Others too have died in this pandemic that is worldwide,

My eyes begin to water as I think of those that have died,

As the newscaster speaks tears consume my eyes to flow,

None report the news unbiased for the innocents to know,

Innocents die and bodies are thrown into landfills in haste,

Fear creates non normal actions to treat bodies like waste,

I must touch you as my link to our reality and my sanity cue,

In war’s surround when young sanity came thinking of you,

My universe has been consumed by a microbe I can’t see,

Seems this unseen enemy has no bias other than elders we,

I’m thankful the youthful are slightly safe in pillage of death,

Many elders of Italy have died as the virus takes their breath,

The innocents are spared it seems as they survive the fog,

An unseen fog covers the landscape creating a dialogue,

Countries that never speak asking for help for their people,

And country’s try to prevent worship when outside a steeple,

Time overwhelms me as age consumes my weakened frame,

Is the dream of fulfillment an illusion with the virus to blame,

I’ll love you till the end and hold you close until the end of time,

I’ll hold you close even if convicted of a too close virus crime.

The end, by Pat I love you baby.