It disappoints, but augurs much;
The Belgian Government is slow
Across which borders can we go?
Work and vacation lines are blurred
Life's a maelstrom, harsh, absurd!
We cannot shake off this bad dream
At every turn there's quarantine ...
But with a furtive step or two
More possibilities accrue
Though Culture in a myriad guises
Is still riddled with surprises ...
The days grow long with no respite
Many don't go out at night
Home cooking with a friend or two
Is quite the most we want to do.
Our carefree lives - beset by blight
Will everything we knew come right?
A little voice inside my head
Says we must watch out where we tread ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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