COVID Poem
THE COVID IS RAGING
MY LIFE IS A MESS
I LIVE IN PAJAMAS
AND DON’T HAVE TO DRESS
I’M IN ISOLATION
JUST STAYING AT HOME
AND WOULD GIVE MY LAST DOLLAR
TO BE FREE TO ROAM
I’M SERIOUSLY AT RISK
(OR THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY)
TELLING ME TO STAY IN
AND NOT GO OUT EACH DAY
IN MY HEAD I’M SO YOUNG
THOUGH MY LICENCE REVEALS
I’M A 70-PLUS SENIOR
(BUT THAT’S NOT HOW IT FEELS!)
WHEN I RUN OUT OF FOOD
AND DELIVERIES ARE LATE
I HAVE TO BUY GROCERIES
BETWEEN 7 AND 8
SO EARLY IN THE MORNING
I HEAD OUT TO RESTOCK
AND DISCOVER A LINE UP
THAT WINDS ‘ROUND THE BLOCK
SOCIAL DISTANCING SENIORS
ALL 6 FEET APART
MAKE ME WONDER JUST WHEN
I BECAME AN OLD FART
MY MEALS ARE REPETITIVE
(A LOT LIKE MY GAS!)
AND I’M TIRED OF DISCUSSING
WHY TRUMP IS AN ASS
MY LATEST NEW OUTFIT
IS GLOVES AND A MASK
AND I’M STARTING TO WONDER
IF I’M UP TO THIS TASK
I WASH ALL MY GROCERIES
ALL FRUIT, MEAT AND VEG.......
WILL THIS ADDITIONAL PRECAUTION
TIP ME OVER THE EDGE?
MY BEAUTIFUL BROWN HAIR
HAS WIDE ROOTS OF GREY
NO HAIRDRESSERS AROUND
TO HELP WASH THEM AWAY
I’VE BEEN TALKING TO MYSELF
NOW I’M ANSWERING BACK
IS IT MONDAY OR FRIDAY?
I’VE REALLY LOST TRACK
I’VE STOPPED DOING HOUSEWORK
IT’S WEEKS SINCE I’VE DUSTED
AND I KNOW WITHOUT VISITORS
I’LL NEVER GET BUSTED
I FACETIME MY FRIENDS
OR WE GROUP CHAT ON ZOOM
AND TRY TO PRETEND
WE’RE ALL IN THE SAME ROOM
THANK GOD LIQUOR STORES
ARE CONSIDERED ‘ESSENTIAL’
WITHOUT DAILY DRINKS
THIS WOULD DRIVE US ALL MENTAL
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
IT IS GOOD TO REFLECT
ON WHAT THIS ALL MEANS
AND WHAT WE CAN EXPECT
IT’S A TIME TO BE GRATEFUL
FOR ALL THAT WE’VE GOT
LIKE A WARM HOUSE AND FOOD
THAT OTHERS HAVE NOT
THE BOTTOM LINE HERE
BY THE TIME THIS ALL ENDS
IS THAT WE’LL GET THROUGH IT
WITH OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS
SO EVEN IF YOUR PARTNER
IS A BIT OF A GRUMP
YOU CAN REALLY BE GRATEFUL
YOU’RE NOT MARRIED TO TRUMP