I don’t think I am writing
Anything of consequence
So is it worth it, emit
I watch the news I hear
That millions are without work
What can I do with this, misfit
I sit in my little ivory tower
Worried about my little bit
I don’t know how to, unfit
Is the world about to fall
Will the leaders stand up tall
I hope that good comes, sunlit
Fortunate I feel still in awe
I am living through a pandemic
I never thought I’d be, submit
I will manage to keep calm
And try to reach a bit
Writing is all I can do, ********
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
I don’t think I am writing
Anything of consequence
So is it worth it, emit
I watch the news I hear
That millions are without work
What can I do with this, misfit
I sit in my little ivory tower
Worried about my little bit
I don’t know how to, unfit
Is the world about to fall
Will the leaders stand up tall
I hope that good comes, sunlit
Fortunate I feel still in awe
I am living through a pandemic
I never thought I’d be, submit
I will manage to keep calm
And try to reach a bit
Writing is all I can do, ********
This poem is one of a series responding to the time and the pandemic