The New Normal

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The days fold in like kneaded dough

unchanged from those preceding

becoming part of this whole crisis.

 

We all want to return to normalcy

but "normal" will never be 

what it used to be.

 

Our carefree natures are gone;

we will forever live as though

no one can be trusted. 

 

We must keep our "social distance"

in order to remain healthy

affecting our need for intimacy.

 

Empty shelves will always trigger us,

reminding us of this time

and the strees of it all.

 

This is the new normal;

nothing will ever be the same

and fear will never leave us again.  

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This poem is very perceptive,

This poem is very perceptive, and timely, and it is a dire warning.


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