The Chances We've Got

Though nothing is normal, at times we pretend

And oh, it’s so sad when that vision must end.

We hang with our grandkids or see a good friend

Then poof! It’s reality time.

 

We laugh and we dance and we cook and we eat

While knowing each minute together’s a treat

And though it may just be through Zoom that we meet

To end it feels just like a crime.

 

The life we once lived is now sadly on hold

So being with loved ones is precious as gold.

If only that joy we could somehow enfold

Then from out of the doldrums we’d climb.

 

Yet we must delight in the chances we’ve got

To help us untie all our guts in a knot

And know that we’re giving it all our best shot

(Which for some of us, happens in rhyme).