P. S. FOR TODAY

I promised you my latest poem:

THIS TOO WILL PASS.
by Dot Ellis

No more meals at the door,
With Hello's and smiles galore.
No more "Wearing of the Mask."
Now that was a task!
No more distancing six feet apart.
No more lonesome and breaking heart.
No more SCV LIVE.
It helped us to survive.
No more vigorish washing of hands.
Of that I was a fan.
Memories fade--they do not last.
And all this will be in the past.