What will life be like when the pandemic is over?

Will we return with ease to our schedules and commutes?
Will we return with ease to the resistance and rules?
Will we anger with ease at the things were routine?
Will the past ways seem foreign to us and wear us out?

Will we arise with ease to go to church on Sundays?
Or will we slack and sleep in on these days?
If I were to bet, it’ll be years before our churches will be like they were before.
Their cultures will be changed because of the droves
Who moved out and in during the plague.

The past is gone forever and don’t bother longing for it.
You should have appreciated it while it was.

What will life be like when the pandemic is over?

What will we look like then?
Will we be heavier and wider?
Will we be droopier and grayer?
Will we be lively like once before?

Will we be pleased with who we are now or will we long for our past selves?
You will not be the same as you were before; do not deceive yourselves.
We are like trees; they don’t stay the same.
Will you be lusher or will you be shriveled?
Will you be different for the better or for the worse?

Know for certain that you will not be the same as before.

We can now see the light at the end of the tunnel.
It looks like a speck of dust, but it’s surely the end.
Yet it seems like it’s running away from us at times.
But now we see it unlike before.

We will emerge into the world that we thought we knew;
But the past has passed away
The future has come today.

For more of my Poems on the Pandemic, click here.