Trying Times

A poem about the Pandemic

And the World came to 

A halt.

Still spinning. Still turning.

Quick! Go inside

Lock the doors

Rushed goodbyes

Lillies of fears grew 

Like towers that touch 

The skies as loneliness

Creeped in wearing a disguise:

“It won’t be that long”

Longing. Hoping 

For this all to end for 

They really do miss

Their friends who stand

Two, no, twenty,

Two-hundred metres apart 

“Heylo, how are you?”

They check in every 

Day or two

But they still yearn to go back 

To school 

Not until June

Perhaps September 

Just before winter returns

“So, smile. Don't you worry”

In isolation they learn 

To love as Families 

Appreciate their Familial bonds 

Whilst those not made of blood 

Miss those they wish to hug 

But they will meet again 

One day If they stay inside 

And obey for:

“Staying home, saves lives”

For in trying times is when 

A community flourishes

As the warriors of today 

Are not armed with guns

But offer beds to the sick 

Both Old and Young