I have been looking forward to the pomp,
But it’s gone because of the circumstance.
Against the travesty, I want to stomp,
And participate in my tantrum dance.
But against whom do I direct my yell
For the virus does not care about pain
Or has even heard of the place called hell,
So why would it listen to me complain?
The better choice is to accept this fate
Rather than wallow in my misery.
Promoting anger only breeds more hate,
And there’s no way to fight this history.
On Graduation Day, my pride won’t show;
Instead, I’ll take this last lesson to grow.
While watching our society restart,
I know you have wondered where I have been.
I have been huddled down, doing my part.
And waiting for the front door to open.
The bolt has been fastened for way too long
That rust may have locked it into its place.
It will take more than muscles that are strong
To untrigger its mechanical face.
It will take the resolve in me, knowing
That living life is taking that first step.
Though the curve is returning to growing,
Do I worry ’bout where the virus crept?
I guess I’ll continue to hide out here,
Waiting for a new world with little fear.
It is now time to put the books away
To celebrate the semester’s ending.
We have emerged clean from the learning fray
And we can work on our spirit’s mending.
So I open this bottle of champagne
And take for myself only the first taste.
There will be no need for me to explain
That the rest of it should not go to waste.
I’ll leave it here at the base of your feet.
Consider it a humble offering
That I hope you will find time to complete
When you finish the book you are reading.
I will check back with you after the break,
Hoping, eventually, the drink you’ll take.
What do we do with hands that are idle
In a town that has closed down for the day?
I look for an idea whose title
Will encourage a desire to play,
But my choices are now regulated
To all that’s been experienced before.
I have seen this and it now feels dated
Even though, in the past, it would adore
Me with its shiny, new plastic touch screen.
I would touch all its colorful buttons
To take me places I’d never been,
Living the lifestyle of tech gluttons.
This toy no longer allows me to feel,
And I long for a time when things were real.
You’re as crazy as they want you to be,
And you don’t need to buy into that hype.
There is a certain man they want you to see,
And they wish to mold you into that type.
You may not follow the crowd the same way
That goes with the latest conformity,
And they claim that you call the night the day,
And that you have lost all your sanity.
But you need to stop them from forcing you
Into following the newest of trends,
But it’s nothing but you, you need to do,
Not collecting the fashionable friends.
Please know, we all have insanity,
Some are accepted by society.
I’ve made a fortress out of my music
And in its confines I plan to reside.
There’s various artists from which to pick
And I will gather their passion inside.
Many will try to break that barrier
To connect with the person that I hide.
They think that it will make me merrier
If I’d put that protective wall aside,
But the memories of generations
Continue to boom loudly in my ears,
Living up to my high expectations
By burying my societal fears.
We all have something that we hide behind,
So don’t pretend that helping me is kind.
I look to my money for protection
Because I have found comfort there before.
I can hold it during isolation,
As for the outside, I can now ignore.
I look to all of my guns to save me
For only they can take down any threat.
A danger that’s impossible to see
Won’t survive the power of a bullet.
In these times, I look to my government
Because wisdom comes from democracy.
It is my interest that they represent
In this country called the land of the free.
Holding on to the normal when it went
Does not teach us what’s really important.
(It is week four of quarantine, and this poem is another in the series that tries to explain what life is like now that Covid-19 has changed so much for all of us.)