Poetry
A Dichotomy Of Life
A world of opposite poles

It’s a world that’s gone mad, And it makes me so sad, There are folks who spend life with no meaning.
And I see some who try, Those who wish to get by, Every day through this life they’re careening.
They wear masks wash their hands, Because they understand, That our lives can be forfeit so quickly.
It’s pandemic out there, So we try to take care, If conceived it will take all the sickly.
Worried, It makes me worried, Worried, Really makes me worried.
On the wrong side of things, There are those who still cling, To the notion that nothing is out there.
And they party and jeer, At the bars they appear, With no masks yes their faces will be bare.
They believe they won’t die, No caution they apply, Though we tell them the poison can kill all.
When they finally get sick, They expect us to pick, Their own lives over ours cause they can’t fall.
Worried, It makes me worried, Worried, Really makes me worried.
No maskers calmly take a stroll, Around us don’t try it. COVID proceeds to take its toll, And none of us will buy it. Their actions we cannot control, Although they can’t deny it. Some of these people have no soul, We’ll stay in place and cry it.
To stay alive is our one goal.
To stay alive is our one goal.
It’s a dichotomy of lives, that we are living.
Thank you so much for reading. You didn’t have to, but I’m certainly glad you did.
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