The Fear of the Youth

How ironic is a world,
where daily life ends up all swirled,
in a pandemic of death,
youth is the one that takes a regress. 

Parties and fun, memories of life times young. 

‘How lucky you were’ said a young girl to the rest.

This, no this no longer exists,
only a memory that insists,
life should be like this,  

It would’ve been like this,
it could’ve been like this,
If only Covid took a miss.