Life knocks on a door already open,
nothing's like it used to be,
especially not tomorrow.
She used to make plans,
doesn't do that now.
She heard it could take
two years to find
a vaccine for coronavirus.
She'll be seventy-five,
her time finite now,
every second precious.
She doesn't obsess
about the future, it is what it is.
Just takes every day as it comes.
3 comments:
Love this Marianne. Excellent attitude. We can do no better than to accept the moment, and what is. Fussing and worrying doesn't change anything except us.
Elizabeth
Thanks for writing this, Marianne..straight from the heart.
Yes, one day at a time. Love this poem, Marianne.
Love,
Pammy
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