Vaccine There, Done That

By Michael Polgar

Who will wash the dishes when the vaccines are all given?
Who will cart medical waste and where will it be driven?
Will the wake the virus makes be messy? We don’t know.
Just washing hands and masking up still leaves us far to go

If Covid were like rain we’d know that no one could ignore it.
If vaccine filled a river, we could drink it or could pour it.
The miracle of science is our great and liquid hope.
It’s helping us survive, or maybe simply helps us cope.

There is no end to challenges, pandemic in a surge.
The winter and the biohazard tragically merge.
Oh God, if you are merciful, please help our human race.
The present passes quickly. Keep us living in your grace.

About myself: Michael Polgar, PhD is a Professor of Sociology at Penn State University (US) and a father of three daughters. 

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Suki John
Suki John
2 years ago

Wonderful, so proud of you cousin!

2 years ago

I enjoyed reading your poem.

Poetry and Covid-19 ARCHIVE (This website archives the over 1000 poems submitted by over 600 poets, and viewed by over 100,000 from over 125 countries during the Covid-19 pandemic, June 2020-June 2021). Thank you to all who took part in the Poetry and Covid project.

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