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Never Will Again

Thought I’d try my hand at song writing….

Words are what we have.

A blessing and a curse.

Oh the things we took for granted.

We can’t be together.

It’s a risky proposition.

This isolation can be so lonely.

Chorus

When this is over,

I’ll never miss a chance.

For an embrace or a dance.

When this is over, a new world

we will embrace.

Never take for granted again

seeing your smiling face.

What I’d give to go back.

Stop this nightmare before it began.

Things we took for granted-we never will again.

Days drag on so slowly.

Finding things to pass the time.

Doing all I can to avoid reality.

Just weeks ago, we were going

about our lives like normal.

Who knew it would all come crashing down?

Chorus

Quarantine the news.

I don’t want to see it anymore.

What I want is for things to be as they were before.

Hanging in there. Doing the best we can.

Praying for a resolution.

Oh God please grant us mercy.

Chorus

-LA Vent 2020

Never Take the Little Things For Granted

I’ve been thinking about the saying-Show me, don’t tell me. My friends, my family and I are huggers. Hello-a hug. Goodbye-a hug.

Not a possibility right now. Maybe, you are not able to see someone you love. Or if you can, you might be refraining from hugs and kisses.

It could be worse. We could be left with no means of communication. You might not be able to see someone but you can still talk to them.

If there’s one thing we should take away from all of this-how precious the little things are. A five minute phone call. A hug. Seeing a friend or family member in person. The feeling of a hand touching yours.

This virus isn’t just ugly for the obvious reasons. It’s ugly because it’s trying to stop human contact. But what have we seen through this? People taking the time for short conversations at the grocery. People sacrificing theirselves to help others. People trying to make others laugh. People reaching out.

We won’t be stopped. We will find a new normal. And we will never again take for granted the feeling of a hand touching ours.