How wonderful when people write!
Holding
Christmas cards feels right;
This
virtual world where no one meets
Save via
a screen or silly tweets
Means
missing out what matters most:
Seeing
friends or playing host.
We
fill our fridges, wine and dine
But
stare at walls most of the time…
Mental
issues now beset
Many
who cannot connect
With
loved ones, family or workmates;
As months
slip by – fear escalates.
With
social distancing enforced
Most
from friends are now ‘divorced’!
The
gaudy shopfronts are no lure;
For
loneliness, there’s just one cure …
We
humans are a social bunch
Keen
to share news over lunch
Or meet
in pubs and have a beer;
Where
is the bonhomie this year?
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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