My Lord, it’s high time to show my gratitude,
My appreciation, dearest Almighty,
For bestowing health, hope, faith and plenitude.
With the pandemic ravaging terribly,
Thinking that our time on earth is limited,
Despite hope, great panic is there really.
Offering my obeisance, dedicated
To you eternally, I humbly prostrate
Myself, heart and soul by you wholly gifted.
My Creator, please, make thanks become innate,
At your feet, I again quite humbly prostrate.
(A Terza Rima with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.