Life after lockdown

LIFE AFTER LOCKDOWN

You need to hear this one read aloud: https://youtu.be/pYLQJi4lQqg :-)

I don’t want your assistance, just keep your social distance

Hear me out I just want to vent, avoiding careless bumps I feel so spent!

I do my bit! keeping my social distancing, Why the hell are you out dancing and prancing?

My good health I would like to keep, free the hospitals for others to seek.

I’m running running running from the sneeze, I’m falling but don’t touch me please.

I see him coming quicken my pace, move out of that ill-conceived embrace

Overwhelmed facing a crowd of three, trapped in the store aisle just getting my tea.

I hear the virus knocking at my door, is it the pizza boy or the grocery store?

Hold on now, should I cancel the uber? Walking in the crowds! I’d feel safer in the sewer.

How do I meet and greet, my friends and aunt so sweet.

Gnawing anxiety on this exposure, helpless I could lose composure

Here’s my inner anxious dilemma, life has thrown me such an enigma

I’m helpless and compromised by people around, yet my healing in other’s compassion is found.

How can I doubt everyone I meet, let alone the cat sitting at my feet?

Some say I don’t care ! give me covid, let me live free I’m so livid!

It’s not just your choice, we have to speak with one voice.

We have seatbelts in cars and no cigarettes in bars,

These personal freedoms we yielded with wisdom, using humanity and data, in a social system.

Look I’m healthier socially distanced from my refrigerator, Taking the stairs, fire escape but not the elevator!

Life will find a way, living on day after day

Your hands say go but in your mask a smile, Your eyes say I need you, stay a while.

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