Isolation
We struggle to save,
To just get by,
Our struggle is grave,
To ourselves we lie.
The outbreak brings madness
And all shuts down,
Punctuated with sadness
Bring out the clown.
Moments to reflect,
In new rules we abide,
Trying not to infect
Life is spent inside.
Apart from those walks
Which provide great solace,
And those dinner time talks,
Free from that great malice.
The disease which came knocking
When no one listened,
Till the shelves needed stocking,
Shop windows no longer glistened.
But through all the melancholy
We keep our faith in spring,
For now life's not jolly
But someday, one day, we'll grin.
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