Why do we do the things we do,
Pushing on through our pain?
Why do we do it, when we know
One option is to not walk again?
I don’t think my pain leads to that;
Yet, past fields, up hills we climbed.
Still, I didn’t fall on my face, splat,
A small grace, I suppose, this time.
But we got out, got some exercise.
Good for body, soul, with a caveat.
To walk in pain may not be wise;
I don’t think it’ll put me on the mat.
Living in sequester, semi-isolation,
Where some folk won’t wear a mask.
Prove no care for others or the nation.
To protect other from us a simple task.