Week after week
after week
with yet more weeks
are spent in our house, at rest.
Bellies get fatter
Wallets get slimmer
Days become longer
Tempers become shorter
Hair on the pate grows thicker
Patience grows thinner
Boredom feels stronger
Enthusiasm feels weaker
When case counts turn higher
Our hopes turn lower
Would that we could end it sooner
and not have to wait 'til much later.
Meanwhile, as one week passes after another,
We tarry under the shelter
of our house at rest.
House at rest
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