Standing at the edge of rapidly moving time
all Neopoets ask me to at mid night rhyme .

It's time for me to be standing
on the only cliff at half past nine
will the wind blow me off like a sand mine

or shall I myself need to take off
the Virus is it's siren blowing
Ha poet for you I am coming
stay tuned
fly not away
the cyclone is on its way
wait for a while
in magnificent style
time will tell
what you did boldly
hopefully not cowardly

the wind will be coming soon
hold on still
consider it as a boon