Starting slowly the ride begins
Chugging at a leisurely pace
Up and up and down it goes
This brand-new ride called Covid
Not tested, not tried
Not seen before
Spreading around the world
This invisible menace begins to unfurl
The numbers rise and rise again
And people lose their lives
One, two, three, four
Still it claims the mortals
How long will it last?
No-one knows
A vaccine is created
Will it work? of course it will
But still the cases rise
6 months, 12 months, 18 and more
Still no end in sight
Vaccines being given
The 2nd and a booster
The ride is on the flat
Although it is up high
Lives still lost
Cases inert
The virus carries on
All we’re left with is hope
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Author:
Jane Walker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This subject has affected every single one of us. It\\\'s felt like a rollercoaster since it appeared in our world. Still no end in sight. This had to be penned. Hopefully I\\\'ll be able to do another when this virus is truly under control
- Category: Reflection
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At the end of the day, all we have is hope.
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