4-3-5-4-2-1-1-2-1 COVID BLUES SONG

I usually write acrostic poems
Because I am able to keep my tones
Corralled and need not worry about where a
A rhyme or two will pop right out
But much has occurred in the virus
Plowing again through the throng that
Refuses masks
Know, I am in the class that prefers to go
Mask-less but knows too the virus is real
Be it man-made or careless, mixing with
Deadly results, it pounces on the most
Unexpected when least expected
In the throes of the fifth child of the mother
Virus has made my battle weary
Unable to rhyme sometimes not
Even to spell correctly, I am leery
Enough is enough
I've ridden the waves of this monster storm
I've had enough of the ups and downs
Waves undulating cruising the body
Time to leave this boat docked
Rise from the bed and move forward instead
~PLS/PCS~1/9/2021
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