When I compiled my list of poems to post throughout National Poetry Month, it didn’t occur to me how close to home “The Good Life” by Tracy K. Smith would hit. Especially during the pandemic. Because of the mishandling of COVID-19 by the president, the unemployment rate jumped 4.4% within a month, with a forecast for it to continue. Businesses are shuttering their doors, restaurants have closed their dine-in areas, reducing the need for several of their staff. A generation of people who have always had to worry about their financial situation are now finding it hard to hold to their employment. And it’s frightening. Maybe this will point in time we look back to in the future, when money was once that proverbial…