Strange Times
We now live in such strange times
Locked in our homes
Nothing rhymes
A quick short walk
If we are able
Don’t stop to talk
Just food for the table
Then quickly indoors
Run out of chores
Cracks begin showing
Doesn’t seem right
Time to write
a poem
copyright Michael King
Locked Down
These strange times in which we live,
mother nature a lonely window.
Our thoughts and groceries all pass through a sieve.
Whatever the weather outside, we can't go.
Our friends skyped, zoomed or whatever
not the way to ride life’s train.
Hold your breath, isolate, gone forever.
The one no longer part of the main.
Stay indoors protect the NHS.
Waiting for forced winter’s cloud to depart,
You must rise above this dreadful mess.
And always keep summer in your heart.
It is within your gift.
copyright Michael King
