A Gap In The Clouds

A poem I wrote back in 2017 seems to be very much how things are today.

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Could there be a time when kissing is outlawed
when tactile pleasures are banned
when the human race shall become
a non-contact sport

There are fears of contracting any one of these new found diseases
or even the old ones
which in our fragile make-up
our poor breaths of life
they breed

There is the virus carrying fruit bat
or the parasite carrying mosquito
and a whole number of little things to which we are oblivious
as we go about our daily grind
for the human body is under attack from the moment it is born
to the moment the little things win

We must continue to make love with life
we must continue

for we are such little things