Day’s End

And, as the days end
comes to a close,
I lie awake and ponder;
what will the year bring,
an end to this Covid thing?

I close my eyes
and dream once more,
of social gatherings;
long-needed hugs
and heartstring tugs.

My mind wanders
to the heroes of these days,
those who keep us going;
to all who have lost,
theirs is the cost.

Lockdown, stay home,
keep safe,
stay healthy,
orders come back around;
as cases continue to mound.

Find a hobby to do,
a new exercise routine
to keep yourself busy;
build a new habit;
then reach out and grab it.

Look at the positive,
it’s easier to survive;
you’ll find life more joyful
if you have gratitude;
and a good attitude.

Hope is a lasting light,
bringing joy to the soul;
clean house of the bad,
to the garbage negativity send,
to obtain peace at day’s end.

© Leslie C Dobson

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