I cycled down the empty streets
For food that could not be found;
Street lights cast their pools of light –
On street dogs lying around.
Could hear the tinkle of a microwave
And the soft rustle of leaves;
Saw eerily silent dancing shadows
On the walls, in the gentle breeze.
Everyone is wearing a mask
Whether we like it or not;
Despair and worry creasing the brow
As we manage with what we’ve got.
Life as we knew it has come to a stop
For quite some time now,
When it starts to pick up I wonder
What will change, and how ?
Date: 19/April/2020
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