How to overcome.
A poem dedicated to the dead from the corona virus.

When you lose a loved one, you have a hard time bearing.
You feel like you're done, and its hard even sharing.
Please don't forget us, the ones in the grave.
Our cries, our must, our inner thoughts we crave.
We will, MUST move on.
Our souls, our might, God's will be done.
Though some of us have fallen, allot of us will rise.
Though we were people to once, is that such a surprise?
Your loved ones, ancestors, or friends.
Our love that we may send.
Your enemies, rivals, quick on jerks.
(Every one is entitled to their quirks.)Â
We the sinners, or the saints.
We the ones in eternal faint.
please don't forget us.
RJM
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And we won't! (Froget them, that is). What times we are finding ourselves in! Stay safe and well x