Already the interactions are painful,
the loss of touching hearts,
a lacking support
we each carry our own grief
this virtual life apart.
Masks, cleansers, plexi-glass
we are talking teenagers
with opposing views,
a society brought in from home,
cannot imagine compliance,
if you believe that well you’re an as …
well, rather crass.
Different our lives,
having to rethink
that which will keep us wise,
only temporary
though lives are changed,
there is a certain grief
with losing that which we love.
Music, gatherings, a sport, the stage
All of these adjustments at this our age.
© Thom Amundsen 7/2020
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