The Good Old Days
A trip down memory lane,
the good old days, only days ago,
returning to year 2019
before the invasion of the coronavirus.
A time when most people worked,
classes held in schools,
people attending sporting events, concerts,
sitting down to eat at restaurants,
shopping, working out at gyms,
a walk in the park.
It used to be, once upon a time,
as one turned older, they
reminisced of the good old days,
memories of their youth.
Now, the good old days,
for one and all, a short time ago.
Times have changed, so quickly.
Yes, we all wish a return for those days.
Surfing the Waves
Devilish illness, invisible enemy,
first wave, second wave,
the waves seem endless.
I am on a surf board,
riding the wave.
May I ride this one out.
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE, and volunteers with a non-profit organization as a Donor Ambassador on their blood drives. He has had poems published in The Pangolin Review, Fine Lines, The Sea Letter, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, Poesis Literary Journal and several other publications.
Very good work; thumbs up.