Social Distancing March to April— a poem

Ventured out to the grocer,

A day four weeks past;

Always responsible,

Muzzled in a face mask.

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I saw no single soul

With a face-covering.

Which is meaningless;

Because I couldn’t see a thing.

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This is an understatement:

I was discomposed.

While my glasses fogged up.

Hell’s fire burned in my nose

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It was pinched, it hurt;

I panicked, struggling for breath.

Inventoried my senses,

Here’s what I had left:

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Touch- which isn’t helpful

When selecting canned goods,

Sound- grunts heard as my cart

Rolled past where people stood.

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I might be humiliated

But happily

I’ve convinced myself

No one could tell it was me

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I consumed the vile food

Purchased blindly that day.

My fridge is empty again,

I can not delay.

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After plenty of practice;

My plan is complete.

I’m off to the grocers-

People do need to eat

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I found out, its embarrassing,

I won’t pretend,

The metal nose bridge on the mask

Was made to bend.

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Brain surgeons can do it,

Could I conquer the task?

I’m quite proud to say

I’ve mastered wearing a mask.

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No fog created

Wearing my smaller eyewear.

Shopping today,

Smelling smelly smells everywhere.

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No feet were rolled over

Not by my shopping cart.

All faces covered;

This misery breaks my heart.