On seeing the world about them go splash,
They put on their helmets, ready to dash
Into the glimmering, shimmering waves
That will soon carry them into their graves.
They haven’t a prayer, they haven’t a chance,
They run through the door, preparing to dance
With spiraling waves that will not forgive—
Deadly the moments the boys won’t outlive.
Could ever there be a much sadder song
Than that of a day when all things go wrong?
Maybe the wrong would turn right, if we cared,
But plague time is here, and we’re unprepared.
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Posted on May 3, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged boys, door, forgive, glimmering, helmets, moment, prayer, run, seeing, spiral, splash, world. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.