The year is young
The
trap is sprung!
Diaries
begun;
We
count the cost …
Hesitation?
Inspiration
Might
occasion
Joy –
or frost.
Days: short and dark
Without
a spark
Hold
tight! Keep heart!
But
it is tough …
Life just
online
At
first was fine
Now
fatal sign
We’ve had enough.
Computer
links
Where
we clink drinks
Won’t
iron out kinks;
Lock-down’s
too much!
As
humans need
Not
online screed
Or
books to read
But
human touch …
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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