Old Folks Are Cautious

You tell me to go out, but I don’t want to die.
You say it’s really so much better, it’s getting better all the time.
Plenty of people are vaccinated, you say, but percentage-wise, it’s not enough for me.
You tell me we’re triple vaccinated, no to need worry.
What? So Covid just won’t kill me, but I could live with lifelong after-effects?
Does that sound good to you? It doesn’t’ sound good to me.
No need for masks outside, you say, you’ve got the shots.
Well, masks and me, we’re wedded now ‘til death do us part.
“But why?” you ask.
“Because I’d rather die from something else.”
“Like what?”
“Old age sounds good, while I still have a chance.”

With age, for me a lot of years, I overthink,
about the double-edged luck of still being here.