An ode to the times,
But from a very small perspective
If anything, it’s a clinician’s view
Of all that’s happened this week.
I awoke at 4 a.m.,
The load felt too heavy to bear.
The routine, though early, feels somewhat normal.
At least the fire is burning across the room.
Now, it’s time to pray, think and write.
Clackety, Click. Pound.
The times, they are a stinkin’
We know it, we see it, we live it.
Make a special note – it’s not for the faint of heart.
I would like to blame the pandemic
But reality shows there’s much more to it.
More than just the weirdness of 2020.
The year of perfect vision.
I reached that magic year of 65…
Retirement! Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Well. Retirement didn’t happen.
Mr Gloom and Doom showed up in force.
We were warned to stay safe. Isolate.
Only those who were wealthy could follow.
All others had to work.
To make matters worse,
We were told to trust the metrics.
Science will tell us when it is safe.
But 2020 was like a Trojan Horse.
Now? The virus will keep changing and stay with us.
When will we rejoin the Human Race?
Have you ever felt it’s not Wonderland?
Though they tried to convince us…
A vaccine is a magic pill, but it didn’t help all.
Nor did it give us herd immunity.
If anything, it showed our perspicacity.
We do what we want based on what we think
Who cares about what they try to do to us?
From such a time, we all know this truth,
While some have inched back from the precipice,
Some came back, others never will.
I wonder, perhaps, who was already gone?
And my retirement? You got it. It may never happen.
It’s tough trying to manage people,
Ask any politician – you must have thick skin.
One writer portrays it as “herding cats.”
A phenomenon that seems real.
When we don’t trust anyone,
We are like feral cats.
And that’s something I know about!
We want to trust, but we won’t let someone touch us.
But we’ve been abused so many times
We segregate ourselves and come out after dark.
Ready to fight, then run and hide.
Live to fight another battle, another day.
The Lord’s been good to me and my bride.
I’m not sure why we are different.
Push forward. Westward Ho!
Persnickety? Yes. That’s me. Never stop.
I may be a Trail Boss on my last ride,
But I’m not quitting, though the storms keep blowing.
The time will come, don’t you know it’s true,
Some day, the Good Lord bids me home.
That’s my attitude, whether good or bad.
Stick it out. Ride it hard. Keep pushing…
Don’t give up, turn back, or make a bad choice.
Even when it’s time to rest, I’m learning even now,
Rest for the weary is a dream. A fallacy?
But the times are telling me this,
The end of the trail is sooner than we think.
From Yesterday…
The day it does come to an end
Whether prepared or not.
Life teaches me go with the flow,
Or roll with punches,
Whatever comes, deal with it!
There is still tomorrow.
