COVID CABIN FEVER

 The words 

"angst" and "ennui" come to mind. 
You take care of yourself 
and your own 
and you move on down the line. 
I don't waste my time 
wondering if there is life after death
Been there. 
Forgot about that. 
I'm 69 and I'm doing my best 
at taking the familiar path 
of one day at a time. 
Acquaintances from my generation 
are dropping like flies
and Coronavirus 
hasn't struck close to home yet. 
I'm also trying to find a peace, 
which isn't an easy task, 
particularly with sickness, 
dying and death on the horizon. 
I do my pushups and play my music. 
What else can a person do 
except to refrain from asking 
too many questions? 

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