Sometimes it feels
Like all of life
Is Saturday
And Sunday will never come
Hope is sealed
And locked away
And guarded
Guarded by those
Who don’t know
Or don’t care.
And I mourn
But not alone…
Sometimes it feels
Like all of life
Is Saturday
And Sunday will never come
Hope is sealed
And locked away
And guarded
Guarded by those
Who don’t know
Or don’t care.
And I mourn
But not alone…
I have never wiped down a washing machine
For fear of spreading a virus
But then the world was struck
And the blow was felt by all
And I spray the washer
And I don’t panic
Just like the book says,
“Don’t panic.”