I will believer that the virus will pass,
that at a time I will see you again,
where no one deserves this lock-down.
It's night and outside a golden-yellow moon shines
where you and I exist in different worlds:
where you give food to people and believe it is to serve God.
That you can get the virus remains a great maybe
where locked-down I do constantly remain before God.
I pray that you do not get this thing doing your work,
I do again forgive you for all the things between us,
believe that God do limit this thing away from you,
that you and I will at a time exist together again
and if you get this thing while you are exposed
then all hope and everything between us may be past.
[Poet's note:My wife manages the Springs "Meals on Wheels" and do deliver food to elderly and poor people from the time of level five of the lock-down as she has been doing in normal times.(Level five of the lock-down is the highest level of lock-down.) ]
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