The days are long and getting longer
So
my boredom’s that much stronger.
To
complain feels even wronger
Since
I am okay.
I
read, I write, I do my walking;
On
the phone or Zoom, I’m talking.
Still,
at travel, I am balking;
Locally,
I stay.
Pandemic
life has been a trial
And,
although it’s been a while,
I
can’t say for sure when I’ll
Be
comfortable away.
Others
plan a nice vacation
Which
is little consolation.
Maybe
with some motivation,
I’ll
go, too, someday.
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