Pandemics Poem by michael Smajda

Pandemics



If there has ever been a wanting,
An absolute wanting is now
All the pain and suffering
Soon be resolved somehow.
What shall remain a mystery
Is why disease threatens us at will.
All we can do is our darn best
Is it chose not one of us to kill.

Sunday, April 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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