We struggle hard to keep in touch
Friends
are precious, they mean much
Most are
lonely, on a limb
Their
threads of social life worn thin.
This
pall of COVID casts deep gloom;
Obliged
to dance to a new tune
We
yearn to run out, fling arms wide
And welcome
friends to meet inside …
But No!
Drones check our every move!
We’re
punished if we leave our groove
Though
Christmas lights these winter nights
Try to
put the world to rights.
With downtown
bars and pubs all closed
No
respite for onlookers’ toes
And should
we decorate our home?
What’s
the point when we’re alone?
Sound
bite shockers: what is real?
Vaccines?
Biden? BREXIT deal?
BBC
and CNN
Stir
the pot – no one is zen!
(c) Poet in the Woods 2020
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