Hopefully the last, in my historical Coronavirus poetic log

22-29/06/2020
Hopefully the last,
In my historical Coronavirus poetic log

Well,
For all,
This is,
Hopefully the last,
In my Coronavirus poetic log.
As into the light and summer we spring,
From beneath this virus like fog,
And let a summer breeze,
Clear your fog ridden paths,
 with elegance,
Grace and ease.

12 weeks,
We’ve made it,
Isolation no more!
Now surely is the time,
We can set a foot outdoors.
Not just on our patios and lawn.
Breaking out and through,
Into a new world,
A new dawn.
We’ll all be amongst the masses soon,
But for me,
My mind remains torn.
As I see a second and third wave of this virus,
Or maybe more.
Even continuing,
Till my own grandkids are born!
So continued practice,
In the P.P.E,
That is,
By me,
and others worn.
As I guarantee 12 weeks,
Wasn’t enough,
To kill all the spreading spores.
Just sit back,
Listen to the words that I preach,
As beating this virus,
For now,
Is completely out of reach!

Well,
For all,
this is,
Hopefully the last,
In my Coronavirus poetic log.
As into the light and summer we spring,
From beneath this virus like fog.
And let a summer breeze,
Clear your fog ridden paths,
 with elegance,
Grace and ease.

It’s all good and well,
Us humans,
Thinking isolation ‘from each other’,
Will stop this virus' swell,
But has everyone forgotten,
 the so called cause of this virus spell.
How it’s Bats,
Rats and vermin,
‘Kamikaze Pigeons’ as well.
Spreading it quicker,
Than a ‘Bat outta hell’!
So is nature winning or losing?
Only time will tell.
So for now just sit back,
And watch our nature stocks start to flow,
Start to get back on,
That old and sturdy, 
Forgotten track! 

Well,
For all,
This is,
Hopefully the last,
In my Coronavirus poetic log.
As into the light and summer we spring,
From beneath this virus like fog,
And let a summer breeze,
Clear your fog ridden paths,
 with elegance,
Grace and ease.

This last 2 weeks have been pure murder,
It’s driven me mad insane,
Not having my kids around me,
Just doesn’t feel the same...
It’s  robbed me of many things,
Big and small,
Even on a childless fathers day!
I think if I was religious,
Now would be when I would sit and pray,
Talking to my gods,
Hoping they listen to the words that I say.
But I’m not,
I’m not gonna lie,
I’d rather put my ‘faith’,
In the scientific way.
What good did praying do,
for our loved ones,
Caught up in the net,
Of this virus',
Destructive pathway!

Well,
For all,
This is,
Hopefully the last,
In my Coronavirus poetic log.
As into the light and summer we spring,
From beneath this virus like fog,
And let a summer breeze,
Clear your fog ridden paths,
 with elegance,
Grace and ease.

I wrote these last few verses,
Leading to the end of this week.
Before hearing on the news,
Of the South Korean,
Second wave of this mauling of the weak.
Is it nature or man,
That started this warlike death streak?
We are learning each eve,
How people are dying with ease,
When will this virus,
 not continue to cease?
When from it’s enormous grip,
Will the whole world be released?
Each time we go out,
We’re tempting fate,
With this killer disease!

Well,
For all,
This is,
Hopefully the last,
In my Coronavirus poetic log.
As into the light and summer we spring,
From beneath this virus like fog,
And let a summer breeze,
Clear your fog ridden paths,
 with elegance,
Grace and ease.
When will it all end,
Come on,
I want all the answers please.
Is it really free out there,
From this deadly disease.
Nope,
As so many haven’t listened,
Now if we’re not ‐,
We’ll all end up diseased,
 and/or deceased!