The value of one's buttocks
Has never been in it's use
But its disuse
When a hot boil rests
In between the bumps
The owner of the "seats"
Cries recalling when s/he last sat
Touching
A social bond
Has not been in fashion
When it needed the cushion
BUT with Covid-19
We find social distance
And familial touches
A rarity and a MUST
Let Corona go
Learn to value sanity
Sanitize
Value relationships
Touch And Distance
Denis Barasa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/01/2020
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