Running and saving,
This is all which can be done.
The saving of time and lives and money
All blur as tears and frustration come
As sunrises do.
Running and saving,
This is all which can be done.
There are still those whom
Are alive who run from reapers
And lights that call or reach,
Always reaching, always needing
Not sure tomorrow is here or gone.
Running and saving,
That is all they can be done.
Saving of masks
Reusing of what was disposable
Because those whom have never
Tasted fire know to cover
Your face to keep tears at bay
From the smoke.
We are all running and saving…
But who saves the heroes?
We are all running and saving
That is all which can be done.
-JBHarris, April 2020
