RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
Corona Christmas
When I was young and brave
I dreamed of being a troubadour
A writer of dreams
A man of letters
A poet and master creator
A man of substance and means
I rode that dream to faraway lands
Where art and artists reigned
Where everything was novel
Where everyone had character
Where no one had plans
Beyond tomorrow
I remember Christmas
Far from my home
No family no friends
On Christmas alone
The dream slowly faded
Like the end of a story
I grabbed my moment
and then it was gone
I awakened surrounded
by family and friends
But I wonder at times
When did the dream end?
I remember Christmas
So far from my home
No friends no family
On Christmas alone
Now I’m back in a dream
Locked down in my home
No family no friends
On Christmas alone
(NYC circa 1975)
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