This Great Reset is extracting a terrible toll,
  as evidenced by the empty parking lots on my stroll.
Shuttered businesses that provide livelihoods no more,
  there’s a shattered dream behind every locked door.

Disrupted families and work locations,
  so many will need to find new vocations.
The past will not return, regardless of yearning,
  a big page in history is in the process of turning.

 A disruption of some sort was hard to avoid,
  eventually other things will fill the somber void.
While the direction from here is impossible to know,
  it includes opportunities not known, a short time ago.

I see a bird outside pecking at a tree,
  oblivious to the virus, I wish that was me.
We’re all hoping soon, like that bird, to be free.
  until then, Dear Reader, thanks for hanging in there with me!