Covid Blues

There once was a lady named Dawn;

who dreamed this misery was gone.

A prisoner to her bed,

and a fog in her head,

she feels like Covid’s pawn.

With tissues galore,

joy is no more.

Her throat aches something fierce,

her voice can no longer pierce,

her body weak and sore.

It’s a terrible way to spend the holidays.

She hopes this misery does not stay.

Yet still, she finds a bit of joy.

With thoughts of smiles of girls and boys

filling her mind on Christmas Day