So, this poem-a-day thing has been going on for a week,
  people no longer meet personally, but online we still speak.

I’m not setting out to judge, philosophize, nor preach,
  but poems can entertain, and at the same time teach.

Poetry can set imaginations free like a barefoot run on the beach.
  (Plus, with this Facebook thing, an audience is easy to reach.)

Speaking up is good, but I honor the one who listens,
  for everybody’s true story has a nugget that glistens.

Soon enough, we’ll be able to see each other’s eyes and inflections,
  and squabble face-to-face over the upcoming elections.

For now, I hope you’re enjoying these bits of rhyming prose,
  may the walls around you stay strong and not start to close.