Dear April 20, 2019 …
Did you a year ago today
think cash would constantly increase,
easing life’s way,
and music, meeting friends would fill
your future happily,
no thought of ill?
Globe-trotting, seeking thrill,
hopeful that life go on
in endless fun?
… would you have dreamt within the year
the world would all be locked in fear?
– all distancing – no human skill or ploy
could trouble by a virulent virus
would you have valued health
and simple pleasures more than wealth?
and given serious thought to death,
to ‘is there’s living after breath
fail in this body?’, had you heard –
put off awhile much thought about
directing and equipping word?
sent from April 20, 2020
[IP: a letter to past, present or future]