Too Nervous To Write/I Write Anyway Poem by Shalom Freedman

Too nervous to write
I write anyway
I cannot write much
There is so much happening at once
The world tells us how sick it is
And the numbers go up by the hour
We remain inside
Or take our small permitted walks
The people who are really helping others
Are somewhere else
The two of us are only the two of us
And its better than one alone with no one near to help
The media help and are the problem also
I just want to go back to do
The simple ordinary things I did once
I believe I wrote the same thing yesterday
I am sure others are telling this far better than me
But this is what I can do
This is all I have