Thanks to Ann M asking (and AI’s rendering)
In a quiet retirement haven, a festive New Year’s Eve, Senior citizens gathered, a celebration to weave. The dance floor beckoned, whispers of cheer, A night of merriment, auld lang syne near.
No thought of the virus, a silent foe, Dancing feet moved, a rhythmic flow. Laughter echoed in the ballroom’s air, An unsuspecting crowd, without a care.
Masks abandoned, a momentary lapse, A super spreader waltz, an unfortunate mishap. The music played on, but danger loomed, As the unseen virus silently groomed.
A surprise illness, the New Year’s eve fate, Creeping among dancers, a cruel twist of state. Isolation beckoned, quarantine’s decree, A somber reminder of the year’s decree.
In the quiet halls, where once joy had rung, Now echoes of illness, a song unsung. Senior citizens, resilient and strong,
Facing the challenge, a dance gone wrong.
Yet hope persisted, as the days turned the page,
A community united, resilient in age. Through isolation and the quarantine’s plight, They danced with courage, in the face of the night.
In the end, the tale is bittersweet, A New Year’s Eve dance, a memory to greet. But lessons learned in that solemn embrace,
The importance of caution, in every dance.