Seniors in the Dark

Visions of 2020 are some of the worst that I’ve seen
‘Twas the Year of the Plague known as Covid 19
Everything closed and we were shut up at home
It cramped my legs and my style cause I love to roam

Free as a bird I used to be (as all with vision could plainly see)
Until my freedom was taken from me
My Senior Center was closed and locked down
Then a bitter cold winter shut down the whole town

So I holed up in my man-cave like a hibernating bear
Bought a massage chair and did a little yoga there
Tried to keep myself in shape, mind, body and soul
Surviving the pandemic was my ultimate goal

There were some heavy snowfalls and my spirit got weighty
Till my birthday rolled around and I turned Eighty
The birthday greeting written on my cake with an icing pen
Said that at Eighty years of age I was born again.

Life is full of ups and downs, twists, curves and run-arounds
So I thought to get my life back and even shed a few pounds
I don’t know if it’s possible but I’m surely going to try
Seems the only alternative is to fade away and die.

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