CoronavirusA Poem by Faust
3 months.
I'm graduating in 3 months. Only 3 months to hang with my friends. To talk to my teachers. To play in concerts. Our orchestra was supposed to travel. But we can't. We are trapped in our homes. We can't go to school. We can't go to prom. We can't have any more concerts. $1,000 I spent on this upcoming orchestra trip. It got cancelled because of this virus. I didn't have travel insurance. I can't get that money back. I spent that money to have some final memories of high school. Instead we all have to do school from home. It's not fair. I just want to go back to school and be with my friends and move on with life. Millions of children are like me. Millions are missing out. Will we still have our graduation? We already bought the gowns. Will my grandparents be okay? They are getting up there in years. Will my mom be okay? She has a weak immune system. How do I know if it's just a cold or the virus that have already claimed many lives? It's reached my city. We are all in lockdown. People are working from home. They are stocking up. The stores are empty. And we are all asking the same questions. What's going to happen next? What can we do? When will it end?
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3 Reviews Added on March 15, 2020 Last Updated on March 15, 2020 AuthorFaustSun Prairie, WIAboutI'm back! I don't think anyone noticed that I closed my account for a short time though lol. Basically my sister was messing with my computer and it screwed up my account more..Writing
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