Masked

I wear a mask when I go out,

Safety’s what it’s all about.

War’s been declared, fills us with woe,

The enemy’s a savage foe,

Some little soldiers we can’t see…

They’re out to damage you and me.

And if we’re not attentive, then

STATISTICS for some future pens!

So we stay home, or if we’re out,

We all are wise (without a doubt),

And do the things that we can do,

We wash our hands. Contact eschew,

And just to add that one last touch,

We wear our masks—it isn’t much

That we can do for safety’s sake,

(Now we’ve banned hugging and handshakes…)

And yes, there’s some will tell us that,

To don one proves we’ve brains of gnats,

They won’t protect us. They won’t heal.

And they look stupid? What’s the deal?

Who knew one insignificant act,

Would cause such ire? Opposing facts.

But though the mask’s so vilified,

That it can help can’t be denied.

(Well, for the wear-er, maybe not,

For those we meet, it helps a lot!)

So know as now my mask you see,

That I’m not doing this for me,

This mask I don through much ado,

I’m doing this, my friend, for you!

And…

That future day when we ‘high five’?

We’ll be alive, yes. Still alive.

Cause Monday’s do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, me,

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you’ve read what we have wrought…

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week a special kind of theme,

We’ll talk of dreams. Yes. Special dreams.