Lockdown 2020

By Roy All Saints Court

I’m sitting in my little flat
Thankfully not alone
My wife is here beside me
My family on the phone.
Sometimes I get a bit fed up
And have a little gripe
But I am not really that bad off
I’ve got internet, TV, Skype.
And then I think of all those folk
Sitting all alone
No family, friends, no company
Nobody on the phone.
Of all those sleeping on the streets
No food, no heat, no light
Once they were loved and cherished
Now just people of the night.
I think of eighty years ago
When mom gave birth to me
My dad was posted ‘missing’
The future hard to see.
So all in all I should be glad
Not sorry for myself
Family friends and comfy bed
And food upon the shelf

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