With heavy heart I write these lines
As nights draw
in and Christmas chimes
With mad-rush
shopping deals at stake:
What price turkeys,
mince pies, cake?
This year dark
shadows cast a pall;
Travel plans for
many stall
As a new virus
strain arrives
Heralding
perhaps lost lives …
Stymied,
thwarted and frustrated
Festive fun
seems overrated
More restrictions
tie us down;
Who still wants
to ‘paint the town’?
This hidden menace
won’t let go
The Powers-That-Be
detect fast flow!
Whether we are
jabbed or not
We cannot seem to
stop the rot…
Corona loves Black
Friday crowds
Super bargains –
or black shrouds?
Even those with
cash to burn
Hesitate –
which way to turn?
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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