The year drags on as best it can;
For Christmas no one has a plan
With social distancing in place
Santa cannot show his face…
In this grown-up world gone mad
It’s for children I feel sad
As toys entice in bright-lit stores
But hidden hands have locked the doors …
We live perhaps in some weird dream
As more restrictions come on stream;
Consider - just one year ago
Who would have thought our lives would slow?
We took for granted airline travel
Now our trips and jaunts unravel
Theatres, concerts, sport and gyms
All lie frustrated in the wings!
The world’s a stage? I hate this play
The first two acts cause great dismay
We’ve lost the plot and cannot follow
And how will it all end - tomorrow?
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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