Trek, trek,trek
did I the cold peaks of grief
And would I that my soul could utter
the hurt I suffered, tho' in brief.
O, well for the T.V. show guy
that he excited at comedy plays
O, well for the news time anchor
that she screams at scams as if ablaze.
And the covid context carouses on
its mutations beneath data hidden
But, O, for the sweet smile of Mother
And her eyes tender like no other.
Trek, trek, trek
I did the plateaus n crests of ache
But bare the arid land of loss nought can slake
The gleaned forever solace will never ever awake.
Pratima@in memoriam Aai a la Tennyson @contexts current
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