Corona Reflection- A poem

When I was young and went to school, long before the last full moon

The teacher never taught me about, the meaning of cocoon

If you asked me what it meant, I wouldn’t have a clue

I probably would have said, it’s a monkey up in the zoo

 

Now I know all about it, all day long it’s on my lips

Can’t go out a shopping, not even for a bag of chips

I know everyone is getting restless, when will it ever end

It’s hard on younger families, they must be driven round the bend

 

We can’t give up the fight now, the stakes are high you see

Would you rather be at home, or have your name in RIP

So let’s all stick together, so we all may live to see

The hustle and the bustle, of what a normal day would be

 

By Alec Byrne

(April 2020)

 

 

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