When this is over, will we shake hands again?
Will we make plans again?
Or will it all be banned again?
When this is over, will we commute again?
Will offices be absolute again?
Or will my car be moot again?
When this is over, will we still carry hand sanitizer?
Will we be any wiser?
Or will we forget it all like a blur?
I wouldn’t dare speak for the rest of the world, But for myself, these things are sure:
When this is over, I’ll take fewer things for granted
I’ll make the most of the seeds I’ve planted
I’ll work harder for the things I’ve always wanted
When this is over, I’ll prioritize my happiness
I’ll try so hard to worry less
I’ll always give my very best
When this is over—and it will be—
I’ll be the best possible version of me.
Poetry aside: when this is over, I’m getting a haircut (it’s been 296 days, but who’s counting?) and rebooking the European vacation I had planned for Spring 2020. What about you?