Summers like winters
Shut in and cooped up
Trapped by apprehension
Quarantined, the result
A parahea in the world
Social interaction ended
Isolationism imposed
Placards windows seen
In my youth I knew them
But I could not understand
The frustration of limitation
Only witness the tears
And angered outbursts
Accepted as they were
But each must accept so
Judges of themselves
To fall asleep and awaken
An aching head or back
Then to be paralyzed
Panic strickened gasps
Polio myelitis, crippler, killer
Calipers and crutches
Wheelchairs and braces
An iron lung, a reflected image
Nerve destruction amass
Withered limbs, ashen-grey
Sensations lost, braces kept
Breath independence relearned
Struggling mind and body go
Until an age comes to its end
A long lasting legitimate legacy
Unforgetting, unrelenting
N'er the same to be again
Infirmed, lethal prognosis
Pain, with spasms continue
To speak, to swallow, to breathe
Confined by a mechanical respirator
Financial crisis befallen
Only then, March of Dimes
Communal efforts of charity
Summer months lay claim
Every moment, desperation
Driven to find evasive cure
Those vaccinating efforts
That took great dedication
Remedied by Salk and Sabin
The virus dead or alive
Then a year of waiting still
This monster reappears
It does not sleep long
Waiting for the apathetic
Complacency allied
Resuscitating malevolence
Its victims whisked off
Never to again be seen