New Roles...

I reach out to help, I feel their need.
We’re both lost, life has changed course
and presented us with different paths.
I follow their need, they accept my help!
Helping is my job but the need to accept help
has been thrust upon them by life’s uncertainty.

Normality today, doomed by fate tomorrow.
Chosen by the lottery of the virus, just unlucky
or the victim of some other uncaring person,
the reason why is no longer the issue....
They are here, I am here, our roles are cast
and our mission is clear. Mine to support,
theirs to accept and die, alone, isolated
with but a stranger to share their pain.

The virus has changed life as we knew it.
Normal helping has become specific helping.
The new helping out come is tragedy and pain
for all involved on both sides of the equation.
The helper goes home to sob in isolation, the
patients fate is a refrigerated truck in a
parking lot somewhere. The lottery of fate is
cruel. It’s choice is random and there are no winners.