Those Boring Days

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Remember when time stood still,
Nothing going on, you feel
That the days brought you no thrill,
All you got is time to kill.

Without a care of the world around you,
Enjoy the warmth of a fresh cup you brew,
Those simple, ordinary days, who knew,
Would change because of a worldwide flu.

An enemy hidden from the naked eye,
One wrong move, all may go awry,
Yet all’s not lost, the end we defy,
Though the solution in short supply.

Heroes rise in time of turmoil,
Sacrifice to win, they toil.
Fallen to this deadly coil,
Rest beneath the cold, hard soil.

All of us must do our part,
Stop the foe with all our heart.
The little things can be a start,
Stay at home, the spread we thwart.

When the rains stopped; the clouds clear.
We’ll look back upon this year,
On times of peace we hold so dear,
Before the world has changed here.

-Jomz Ojeda