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The following is perhaps a sign that coronavirus has finally got the better of me, mentally that is (although some will say I’ve been having issues in my head that predate this pandemic). Covid-19 gets you one way or another, I guess.
Whatever the case, I’ve tentatively dipped into the world of poetry — if the three short verses penned below can be classed as a poem.
You can decide that. For an audio version of Along came a virus, click here.
Along came a virus
Ignored it could no longer be.
An alluring carefree independence,
Now filled my air with resplendence.
‘Mind those ill winds, those pastures new,
That aren’t quite so green in hue.’
It mattered nought, counsel I’d not sought.
‘Twas all wrought
Before there came a virus.
Of my life, I’ll take control.
No more the system’s slave, on my terms I shall engage,
This is working for our age.
Suffering, it can’t be defeated,
But best to toil alone than to be mistreated.
The time’s right, no fool I’ll delight.
I had the fight,
‘Till along came a virus.
Measures now must be obeyed.
Submit ourselves, it won’t last long,
Yet as time goes on, hope seems all but gone.
‘It’s for the best, we’ll come out stronger,
We just have to stay in it a bit longer.’
Empty words, follow the herd.
The future spurned
When along came that virus.
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