Dry Ink

I have been isolated from the world in my own shelter
We were told there may be a dangerous virus in the air
So I did what I was told to be safe and keep my family safe
But now Twenty years later I am one hundred years old and I look
back to green fried tomatoes and the chicken flu
And I survived but many did not and I pray for them
Here I am writing my story of the past til my ink dries up
I shall always know we did the right thing at the right time
Cuz I still have the ink to write this very last line