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April 1, 2020
No germ laden kisses allowed right now,
though one is permitted a curtsy or bow,
as long as the distance is two metres apart,
from those whom we love, with all of our heart.
And definitely not, any big hugs or squeezes –
only waves from a window, avoiding diseases.
And so it is that, by memories we are consoled,
until this mother of all viruses, can be controlled.
A time to take stock, with a different perspective,
until a cure can be found, that is effective.
This restriction of movement, from freedom we had,
perhaps not such a bad thing, as times had become mad.
When, like headless chickens, without a moment to spare,
we conducted our life, dashing around here and there,
on a roller coaster to nowhere, all stressed out of our head,
and too exhausted to sleep, when finally getting into bed.
Some people are even saying, it’s a population correction,
and who knows if their theories are true?
Though these times surely don’t compare, to previous world wars,
that our ancestors endured, and went through?
So let sense prevail, now faith, once more is shaken,
to help minimise the loss, of life, sadly taken.
As our hearts go to those, with dearest ones’ lost,
in these desperate days, as we count the cost.
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