A poem for the times
2020 is a year
Which was filled with hope
That soon became fear
First a famous star fell from the sky
Which had everyone mourning and wondering why
Then we heard of a virus that spreads fast and kills
And can’t be cured with needles or pills
Wash your hands, don’t touch your face
Became the new mantra and life’s new pace
They closed all the schools, the restaurants and bars
We now stay at home and we can’t go far
Social distancing and wearing masks
These are a few of our difficult tasks
And then we soon realized we have the same goal
Hoarding toilet paper roll after roll
We try not to worry about our dwindling stocks
While we work at home in our pjs and socks
Bingeing Tiger King – could it be real?
But we know that our own lives have become so surreal
We long to be back to the way that it was
With people we cherish and in times that are better
But for now we know we’re all in this together