During Dark Hours

Going, going on,
Going, where are you going?
Can I go along?
Can I, with you, pretty please?
Going, going, don’t leave me.


We read they were good
People, full of love and free
But they are all gone,
Seems another version of
People live where they used to be.


2020 sees
Us, we are coping it knows –
What it plans, unknown.


Poetry is hard
For AIs, grammar checkers,
Or maybe I am
More difficult than I ought
Be, I ignore some changes.


Never give up, don’t
Stay on the ground once knocked down,
Keep climbing, reaching,
You are able, capable,
Be who you are when you dream.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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