by Earl J. Wilcox
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| "Time waits for no man,” watercolor by SuayaArt. |
So far I have outlived whooping cough, measles, mumps, shingles,
strokes, dementia, the Apocalypse, the Rapture, three years eleven
months of the T***P madness, perhaps one Kardashian, zombie
uprisings, my dear mate of six decades, three siblings, one child, eviction,
twenty-four Marvel Universe movies, hundreds of episodes of Friends
and Big Bang Theory, dear Alex Trebek, bankruptcy, cancer, plus
millions of maladies and diseases about which I am totally ignorant.
If I live another few days or weeks, perhaps the vaccine will find me
and my generation still optimistic we can add Covid-19 to the lists
of days and hours of this world we miss.
Earl Wilcox in his late 80s awaits the vaccine in South Carolina.
