Are You Worthy?

Worth

There's something about tomorrow

that keeps me up at night

It feels a bit like sorrow

As tears slide down candlelight.

Who is more important than I

Or who's beneath my place?

Who determines life worthwhile

Making choices to erase?

There's something about time borrowed

Or bargained for a day,

Waiting for some tomorrow

As they take my life away.

📷 Frantisek Krejci on pixabay

📷 geralt on pixabay

As the decisions to re-open “the economy” bear down, I wonder who is at home fearing for their lives.  The choices are made without input from the most vulnerable, the elderly, health-compromised, the children.  Those lives, actually everyone’s lives, are being placed as pawns to play in a drama about what our lives are worth, versus “the economy.”  Yes, it is quite the hardship on those dependent on a weekly check for very basic needs of groceries, rent, utilities, and various bills.  There has been but a minimum of help for them.  The rich feel victimized, oh my, the stock market, the vacation houses! 

The sacrifice is simple: time and money.  The rich and government could help the poor to get through this.  We can all get through this.  Everyone’s true personal values will be exposed as this pandemic runs its course.  Everyone’s life will be changed, for better, for worse, forever.    Theresa M 🙏❤

📷 Canadian Cemetery on twitter

THANK YOU:  to all those on the front lines, risking your lives every day, many unnamed:

nurses, techs, aides, doctors, janitors, cashiers, product distributors, delivery clerks, postal carriers, pharmacists, restaurant workers.  THANK YOU. 💗