Pandemic poem

Dear Editor:

Live as if tomorrow.... If you were old before the COVID You’ll still be old today. All attending dangers Won’t be held at bay.

You’re hearing will be rotten And your knees will loudly squeak Your kids will have forgotten that Once you were at your peak.

You’ll fall and scrape your nose Or even break a hip You’ll fart when you are laughing And won’t even care a bit.

Your spirit will have atrophied Grown small and very weak Letting this ugly virus Turn you pale and meek.

But if you were very certain That age would not come near You danced naked in the moonlight You have nothing now to fear.

A joyful, thankful heart is What keeps us feeling young For no fear is there of dying When our living has just begun.

Joy Lippai, Arthur