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October 30, 2020
by Chris Sorrenti
Today is my first pandemic birthday, I am 63 years old.
It’s getting scary out there...real scary. Not just in Ottawa...or Ontario...Canada, but the entire world.
As one newscaster put it, we are caught in the grips of two pandemics, COVID-19, and COVID Fatigue.
The mass hysteria I jokingly referred to in the poem, Corona Hoard, is slowly coming to pass; subtle albeit, but worth keeping an eye on.
And I can’t help but notice the parallels to The Great Plague in the Middle Ages and 1918 Spanish Influenza.
As much as I hate to say it, the only consolation is that we’re all in this together, no country has been spared.
And yet, despite the chaos ahead, as with the previous aforementioned infections, we will rally, rise, and survive, and come out of it a whole new world, ready to rebuild.
Today is my first pandemic birthday, I am 63 years old.
© 2020
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10/29/2020 Posted on 10/29/2020
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/31/20 at 10:32 PM Chris, I wish you many more birthdays, and hopefully all of them without a pandemic sitting on your shoulder. Your positive outlook helps me keep some better perspective. I liked the first and last lines repeating. |
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