My Daughter…
Do not wipe the lonely tear
as it rushes down your face in fear
No!
Let it yield to gravity’s pull
I know it does not make you look cool!
My Agemates…
Ask me why my daughter’s cry makes me cry
Ask me why my tear-glands are running dry
Listen!
I see with my ears what my eyes cannot hear!
I see the sound of hooting owls everywhere!
My Daughter…
Fear not what you see and hear
Pity those who now see and fear
Laugh!
Oh, how they dared command the stars
and now wish this virus could vanish like SARS
My Daughter…
We need to imagine beyond the mind
and stop seeing this virus as one of a kind
Understand!
This is chance and circumstance battling free will
Understand this: inner and outer worlds amaze but kill
My Friends…
The promise of networked prosperity is an illusion
of promised madness wrapped in a gift of delusion
Relax!
There are a trillion reasons why your ‘tomorrow’
may not arrive, or, arrive bearing gifts of sorrow.
So, My Daughter!
Do not wipe away your tired tears
You owe no one their cares or prayers
Understand!
Life is a tango of incoherence and coherence
Its fuel? Inner resilience and perseverance
©Kap 6/2020
