Corona Warriors

Death is an intriguing affair,

No one knows what it bears

We all roam carrying a facade,

Of rich and poor running roughshod

Now I ponder staring at the star,

What will cease this self-created war

Who to blame or be flawed?

This is something hoisted by one's own petard

Holding on to a threshold to live and be loved;

Hoping desperately to not be shoved

It will hurt to stay and see you wither away

But you won't be there to save the day

So I say... Let's cherish this time of togetherness

We never know when we will lose them

Or they will lose us someday

Now it's never the right time to say goodbye,

In the end... We all have to die!