Friday The 13th
This 13th of November
Falling on a Friday
Giving me an uneasy
Feeling in my stomach.
A stay from reality
A way to insanity
A path to banality.
What is next?
Where does the odd end
Even begin?
Luck strike us all
Even after we fall.
This day
Dark hay
Black Bay
Botched double play.
We are already frightened
From a year in rear.
Now another mental hurdle
For the old and burdened.
Those we forget every morning
After reading the newspaper
And drinking hot tea.
Tell me, mother, is it too late
To join you in heaven?
We Begin Again Again
They ask what is next
After Covid-19, political and
Racial unrest, bitter
Presidential race.
We start again
As we always have.
Whether after the fall of
The Greek dynasty
Roman Empire
Berlin Wall.
We as a civilization
Have always known how to
Rebuild and re-strengthen.
After Adolph Hitler's suicide
Nagasaki's explosion
Hanoi's implosion.
This world made it through
Its next adversity
With grace, lace and glue.
Every new president
Sworn in
Each old president
Stepping down.
This country and this turquoise orb
Have more than held their own.
Do not ask why
Do not ask how.
Know only that time heals
All wounds and scars.
Even those made by Mars.
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