What an impact in our lives has destiny,
where in this time you are away from me,
where we are to a virus infection consigned,
if the authorities do not the infected in time find
and some people still live at their ease,
while to deaths other lack sympathies
but in this God's entire mercy do the earth fill,
His grace and salvation is everywhere busy still,
the trees are coloured and full of autumn leaves,
everywhere a person true beauty perceives
but in the here and now so much I do miss you
and all the little things that you say and do,
the way that you do sometimes at me look
your tranquillity and on life your outlook
even each of your perfect shortcomings
and about you a thousand and one things.
© Gert Strydom
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