When will “It” Catch Me – Wishing it Won’t,
Virus might Get Me – Hoping it Don’t.
Like a Tornado – Heading my Way,
Will it Change Course – Miss me Today?
Is it for Real – Is it a Show,
To be quite Candid – Don’t really Know?
I’ll let some Trust – Govern my Flow,
Medical Experts – Say that it’s So.
I will Wear Masks – Distance from Others,
Back like Before – Would be my Druthers.
If in a Year – I’m not Around,
Perhaps Nasty Bugs – Put me In the Ground?