Fiction II THIS LONELY PATHWAY

By Fred Nwaozor

I will wear my mask
While I do my work.
Yes, even on a mast
And as I take a walk.

This is to avoid a blast
From the new Corona
Who has come in vast
To maim my new Corolla.

I'm now on the alert
To strangle the pandemic,
Even as the bank alert
Ceased to enter my pan-den.

Let's lock-up the doors
While the lock-down lasts.

Fred Nwaozor
Poet, Novelist & Playwright