Poem: Covid-19

Photo credit:  Julian Wan

May escape you or me—so it seems:

Wear your mask.

Wash your hands.

Stand 6 feet away.

Help stop the spread.

“Take the vaccine!”

To keep us safe—alive;

I beg u—please.

Still many has died; gasping for air,

some say its airborne–some say:

“You can catch it standing near!”

Without a warning, many took,

their last breath and that’s even scary,

“That is so mean!”

Empress Journee