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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