Oh, to ride the open sea
White topped waves in a gale
Nought compares to real fears
When life passes exceeding frail
Oh, to ride the open sea
White topped waves in a gale
Nought compares to real fears
When life passes exceeding frail
Rowan is four months old today
Born into turbulent times
He doesn’t yet know the meaning of play
Or that Grandpa is crazy about rhymes
…..
He knows he is loved and has learned to smile
By watching his mum and his dad
To understand more might take a while
But for now things really aren’t bad
…..
One day he will walk, and also talk
And understand more about life
I just hope by then, I can rest my pen
Knowing he’s part of a world with less strife
Covid-19 is an uninhibited killer without conscience
It is also an effective teacher
It has reminded us about the value of friends and loved ones
It has emphasised the vital importance of essential services
It has demonstrated the selfless commitment of medical and care staff
It has put a price on individual freedoms
It has shown the cost of complacency in Government
Hope neither lends itself to reason
Nor the strictures of the finite
It has little shape but great substance
Which, paradoxically, laughs at Newton’s Laws
Instead, the well it draws from is unfathomably deep
Like quantum particles it can be in more than one place at a time
And, as with dark matter, defies observation and containment
It is, and always will be, ephemeral
None-the-less, all humanity relies upon it daily
Especially so, in times such as these