I Want My Hoops

For all of my life, one thing’s remained clear, “Corona” meant lime juice, and Mexican beer! Or jewel studded crowns, worn for mere show, By Royals of pedigree--a priceless Chapeau. But one thing’s escaped me, at least until now, “Corona” the VIRUS, threatens survival somehow; Spread by the touch, a cough, or a sneeze, Causing sickness and death, in varying degrees. So how did it start, and who is to blame, Matter far less as innocent lives are now claimed; The shredded economies, and fears of unknown, Falling markets in panic, as life is postponed. And yet through it all, the faithful remain, Prayerfully seeking His protection by name; For the world has known worse, than Corona--it’s true, Overcomers prevail, held together like glue. No blame games or politics, or death by the sword, So long as my baseball and hoops are restored; And my 401K plan recovers real fast, So I can retire, off the grid--SAFE, at last!