Pandemic times arrived like a thief at night.

It stole and stole and stole from us.

Now that I can remember grandma’s voice

saying, no pain no gain,

I wonder what one can gain from a thief such as this pandemic.

 

So I count my losses, pitch my tent with the hard lessons;

I count my gains, my gains are not on the fatal statistics.

 

I will step forward and backward,

cast wary looks to the left and to the right,

and then cross that lane with vest,

as i kill two birds with one stone.

 

 

Written from Hour 9 text prompt.