A pandemic poem
By Jim Coogan
Watching TV in my chair, I felt my body getting hot.
Started feeling little shivers in every single spot.
I wondered what it was as my nose began to run.
Didn’t feel so bad last week while soaking up the sun.
I was down in warm Daytona with some guys on our spring break.
Wasn’t ‘til I got home later that my head began to ache.
We were all outside together, college kids just having fun.
Forget the social distance, we partied in the sun.
We danced and drank together while riding on a boat.
Can’t see how that explains all that soreness in my throat.
Stopped home to visit Grandma. She prevailed on me to stay.
But just a few days later, they took my Gram away.
They say she’s got the virus. Don’t know how that could be.
The only one she’s been around would be her grandson – me.
I didn’t listen to the warnings. Thought it all a joke.
The scare of a pandemic seemed aimed at other folk.
How could someone strong and healthy have anything to fear?
When someone said Corona, we ordered up more beer.
And now I’m sitting waiting for the doctor to report.
‘Cause my Grandma, I’ve been told, is now on life support.
It didn’t have to happen. Had I only used my head.
Grandma could be here with me. Not facing death instead.
