‘Days Like This’ - a poem for the times
Dear Sir, ‘Days like this’
Spring 2020 and by now we all know, that a world-wide pandemic has halted our flow.
We can’t go anywhere much at all, our world is caving in and it feels so small.
In our homes after travelling here and there we must be, no longer are humans roaming the earth carefree.
Our freedom taken away in the blink of an eye, it makes us think long and hard about days gone by.
A crisis that really feels so surreal, it’s all so strange, so how do we feel?
Uneasy, then calm, then uneasy again, like a dream, a recurring one we experience again and again.
Well our homes are getting clean so that’s a big plus,
And we’re doing what we’re told without much fuss. We’re so grateful for the little things, they make us feel glad, but when we think of what we can’t do we feel kind of sad.
A casual hug or the touch of a friend, nights out on the town we’d never want to end.
It’s all been paused for a while and that’s ok; and when they press play again we can’t wait for that day.
The government and the gardaí they are all doing their best, while the doctors, nurses and carers have very little rest.
We’re all just doing the best that we can; with a situation that fell upon us with no time to plan.
Going to the shop is a stressful affair, we’ve never navigated those aisles with so much care; and thinking about every move sure it would drive a Saint mad.
Heading home again is welcome, it makes us feel glad. The poor children don’t know what’s going on, school gates closed and many lifestyle treats gone.
It’s like living in an invisible war-in our homes we must stay, We take cover from danger in much the same way.
The prayers they are flying and please God they’ll be heard for the people out there who are lonely, worried and scared.
Maybe we’ll all learn what life is really about; not things or material wealth, no, they really don’t count.
It’s about helping one another and trying to find, time with our loved ones and making an effort to be kind.
Nature doesn’t care about any of this- she continues to thrive and live in true bliss.
And the birds they keep on singing their beautiful song- it begs the question ‘ Where did humans go wrong?’
Perhaps in Wuhan they are all starting to wonder if these cruel markets are right where they kill and they plunder...an innocent species , undeserving of harm, reading all about it causes much alarm.
This time it will pass and it will go away, temporary surely and it’s not here to stay. Nothing lasts forever, not even the rain; so let’s get on with it for now and try not to go insane! Human nature back again O won’t it be bliss,
Yes ‘ My Momma told me there’ll be days like this’.