More money lost, less ability to pay the bills
But how can I complain
I’m luckier than them.
Oh how we grieve as each death is announced
As we watch…knowing there’s still worse days to come
And the waters running
Through it all
impervious to race or opinion, color class or creed.
Those I know…will they be alright?
What about the oldies, the homeless…
Can there be enough people to help
Two more deaths officially announced
That makes twelve.