What face denies warm April sun
When winter’s cold has been and gone
So this shadow must move on
We will endure, we will have won
‘Til then we’ll do what must be done
Protect and care for everyone
What face denies warm April sun
When winter’s cold has been and gone
So this shadow must move on
We will endure, we will have won
‘Til then we’ll do what must be done
Protect and care for everyone
Off in an ambulance without goodbye
Maybe to live, perhaps to die
Where is the justice, how and why
It has to stop, we have to try
Keep your distance, wash your hands
Safeguard essential workers across the lands
Do your best to follow the plans
Or you could be marching to the heavenly bands
Listen if you will in the quiet of the night
To the scraping and scratching of things out of sight
To the noise of blood as it roars in your ears
To the beat of your heart as it measures your fears
Somewhere in the house a clock says tick-tock
Below in the street a key clicks in its lock
The third stair from the top creaks as it might
When stepped on in stealth by something so slight
Then hinges in want of an oil drop or more
Announce a faint shadow at the bedroom door
You turn on a light to see who is there
Not even a dust mote moves in the air
Return to the pillow, try to find sleep
The visitor is gone, no need to weep
I’ll be two months old tomorrow
Half of that in what the telly calls ‘lockdown’
Mum and dad try to hide their sorrow
Not able to take me round town
Grandparents’ hugs; just a distant memory
I must hope they are still alright
One day there might be a remedy
Though that day isn’t yet in sight
Tight confines of mother’s womb
Now swapped for my parents’ home
This serves as a loving classroom
But how long for the chance to roam?
When Covid has, at last, gone
When public places once more throng
Recall with sorrow those we lost
As countries count the final cost
Then talk of all the brave and true
Who selflessly thought of you
Not going out was hard enough
Many faced challenges much more tough
Medics, police and essential folk
Donned again their professional yolk
Their lives at risk to safeguard yours
No choice but adventure out of doors
REMEMBER well the sacrifice
Of HEROES who did not think twice
I must stay positive, I really must
Scampering across this film of dust
Whiskers tremble on twitching nose
Alert, examining empty shadows
Mice, who once were spoiled for choice
Now mourn their loss in squeaky voice
Tiny claws make tinny sounds
On bare metal shelving battlegrounds
A dozen different types of bread
Empty spaces here instead
Beans and pasta, once stacked proud
Now all gone, with the crowd
Long life milk disappeared
Hoarded selfishly, and not shared
Toilet rolls that made a good nest
Vanished suddenly with the rest
Long gone ancestors and early forebears
Told of shortages in the war years
Awry the plans of mice and men
Failed to stop it once again
This orient-born global threat
A cloud passing before the sun
Its silent shadow crossing our lands
Killing without a gun
The world awaits the final account
Holding its collective breath
Invisible, insidious, stealthy, amoral
This viral agent of death
There is no border it respects
No peoples beyond its reach
‘Self-isolate’ is the official advice
Don’t panic-buy they pathetically beseech
Come the time when those left re-emerge
Grateful to be disease free
Only to know it will happen again
A Malthusian catastrophe
Tossing, turning in a sweat soaked bed
Tugging moist sheets from legs of lead
Cracking an eye to the light of dawn
Another day’s prospect, this new morn
Pulling on socks, trousers, shoes
Tee shirt with logo “What’s to lose”
Brushing teeth that taste of booze
How did I get another new bruise?
What did I eat, it’s hard to remember?
My stomach churning like a blender
Shakily pouring a glass of juice
All this down to alcohol abuse?
Perhaps I should cut back a bit
But can I show the needed grit?
Jut now I have the power to decide
But think tonight, I’ll go with the tide
I have (seriously!) begun to suspect
That I’m losing my intellect
Now what was that I was saying?
Oh look, it’s starting to rain!
“What wealth have you”, the magnate sneered, “For coin I can spare but few”.
“Of things you covet”, the beggar replied, ” ‘Tis true I have little of it”.
“But of the soul, I do believe, I have plenty where you have a hole”.