Letter To My Pals

To all the homies, you know who you all are,

Guys and girls that can see this post, living near or afar,

Can’t believe it’s been over a year already, seems like an eternity,

Pandemic ain’t playin’, re-spawning again and again just like a revenant,

Might seem like I’ve been duckin’ and doggin’ even when case numbers were stallin’,

Hate to make excuses but such is life for one saddled with a fuckin’ health condition,

Shit was hard medicine but common sense overruled rebellion, wish I’d been wired different but playing Russian Roulette can have dire consequences,

I do miss chopping it up with y’all, food trips, karaoke sessions and house parties too for good measure,

A year and a bit feelin’ like it’s been draggin’ forever,

Reminiscin’ in lockdown over hangin’, chillin’, swapping stories and jokes,

Stickin’ hands, sparrin’ and trainin’, that one’s for those in the know,

Hope to be back in the club with y’all, when that’ll be still uncertain,

Provided fate don’t swoop in and send those plans crashing and burning,

Plans to meet up with a few others continually postponed, even pre-2020 seemed permanently on hold,

Clashes of schedules are a pain, plans to rendezvous continuously flushed down the drain,

Life had other ideas, covid knocked the world off course,

Two years later and barely a difference, the reign of terror persists without remorse,

Every night reflecting over what if the ship had sailed a different direction,

Had no viruses run rampant, in the process exposin’ the very worst in others,

Things might have turned out different, though some developments, good and bad, couldn’t be avoided,

But without a pandemic maybe some of the latter wouldn’t have been exacerbated,

Would’ve spared us the spectacle of grown-folks fighting over toilet paper, no violence and accusations towards folks of certain races,

A hug, kiss or handshake would still be a habit rather than an act of defiance,

Coulda, woulda, shoulda, if it’s beyond control then no point despairin’,

Can’t cry over spilled milk, real ones dust off and get on with their business,

Currently awaiting that first jab, the local clinic waiting for supplies,

Patiently waiting for this wave to subside before catching up with you guys,

A major development on the personal front, ya boy had another examination,

Cleared to cease one of his medications, emerged from a three-year war victorious,

Wish I could’ve met with y’all and celebrated, y’all helped a brother out in the struggle,

For now gotta stay rain-checkin’ on a day-by-day and case-by-case basis,

We’ll catch up like old times in the new normal once this whole mess blows over,

The way out remains elusive, in the meantime gotta keep that head above water.

I miss you my homies.

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