Poem -

Covid19

The world's gone mad
and all we see,
is chaos and sadness on TV!

Our loved one's who are sick or old,
are praying they don't get the cold.

Children are told to stay away,
from grandparents where they go to play.

Sad and lonley I'm sure they feel
trapped inside this misery.
But in the midst of all this toll,
we're fighting over toilet roll!

Trolleys they are piled so high
with nappies, almost touch the sky!
People arguing making scences,
all to get a tin of beans!

Stuck behind a till all day,
made me scared I have to say.
Anxious people in the queue
old people there were very few.

The unknown scares you and me
but look how selfish we can be!
In a state of fear and mess,
we leave the old with even less!

The old I fear for most of all.
So let's be kind and all stand tall.
Together we can help them see
the better humans we can be.

My Granda means the world to me,
my son Darragh has HSP.
My mum had pneumonia a few years back,
my brother Peter diabetic.

So for me these people I love so much
im afraid to see or even touch.
I'll FaceTime them and see them all,
but try to stay within my walls.

My gaelic's stopped and football too,
my children don't know what to do.
"Spend time with me!" But as I spoke..
they looked at me like they could boke.

Sat within their separate rooms
grumpy faces of doom and gloom!
Coronavirus you have not won
boredom will kill them before your done!

Maybe when the time has come
for all of us to have some fun.
We'll look back on this time and see
what friends and family really mean.

So while we try and stay afloat
all of us are in this boat!
Let us try and rise above
don't shake hands just spread some love.❤️❤️

 

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