Sickness and Seconds

There isn't much time to to be had in a day

For making and earning eat your seconds as prey

So what will we do when that all goes away?

The alien molecules creeped into our plane

The deaths were just numbers which caused so much pain

To you, my sweet boy, I just couldn't explain

The doors were all locked and the bustle sat still

Dust started building on school windowsills

We were left wondering why there wasn't a pill

Work moved to home; where my heart plays and sleeps

Soon after that, loss of employment made us weep

I swear, my sweet boy, this onset of sickness won't cause our defeat

Mornings were soon the time for ache and contempt

Diminished routines sparked up bouts of malcontent

How on Earth have I ended up in a space so unkempt?

It would seem that this all took a turn

When my all but dead flame suddenly found air to burn

It's you, my sweet boy; my most precious concern

We laughed and we played; in a world of our own

I want these small moments for keeps when you're grown

In my arms you will stay, although they'll soon be outgrown

We sing and we dance 'til our legs feel like jelly

Having seconds to share is a warm type of wealthy

With love, my sweet boy, to a life that's happy and healthy