Succumbing To The Edge Poem by Deanna Samuels

Six weeks in, have we succumbed to the edge?
Or have we kept our cool and kept safely on the ledge
For some it has been a test of continuing endurance
While others a time to enjoy freedom of deliverance

For those who have seem deemed captive at home
Many have looked upon those hours and days as a tomb
Not seeking to do all those jobs that keep being put off
Thinking only that this incarceration is just a dead loss

Others have taken advantage of the time on their hands
Clearing out cupboards, action that needs patient demands
A new book to read, a long desired hobby to reckon
Making each moment count before normal work beckons

Goodness knows how all those front-liners keep their cool
Each day they go out, sign in for duty, pick up their tool
Whatever their task, however fraught or dangerous
They give of their time, energy, each one so generous

For the ones that are home let's be grateful we are safe
We can cook and dine and enjoy wine from a fine carafe
Make the most of this time in whatever pleases you best
As once it is over, there will be no chance for a rest


Written at Courtice, Durham, Ontario - 1st May 2020