With all this virus talk
On internet and TV
I had to take a walk
To get back to me

Without my job right now
Things r looking grim
And I've had to rely
On his income & him

Some resort to drinking
Some resort to writing
I resort to thinking
While others r fighting

Sometimes I Say a prayer
While I am
Out there

Sometimes
I just delight
In the
Sun's rays so bright

So if u
C me here
Do not
Shed a tear

I'm just getting back to me
The person
I want 2 b

© From A Poet's ♥️
5/4/20