Spring that comes but soon will pass; Must be seen thru lucent glass.
Dedicated men are tending gardens; Knowing the ground soon hardens.
Loving staff whose smile is hidden; Still do come when they are bidden.
Halls that once did ring with laughter; Now must silent be, ’til after.
Meals on wheels to our doors harken; Come from dining room now darkened.
Residents behind closed doors; Hiding from a virus war.
OUR GOD weeps to see us suffer; Knowing that we will recover.
Loved ones then will be beside us; Laughter overcoming virus.