A Poem for this Moment

A Poem for this moment

This is a strange time

This is a strange moment

As I said to my son,

We’re going to need a reset

We’re going to need a war

Maybe I have the gift of prophesy

Maybe I speak with tongues of Angels

Though I don’t think so 

There will surely be a reset

There will surely be a war

The pandemic changed it all

Black Lives Matter changed it all

And we still don’t know how 

We certainly got a reset

We certainly got a war

I didn’t mean that to be a poem. During this time we’ve only really been meeting remotely on social media. One of the things we did with our ‘Last of the Gluwein’ WhatsApp group was to create a poem. I think the boys were sceptical. For most of them I don’t think poetry is their gendre. In fact they annoy me when they tell me they’re uneducated. They’re not think. Anyway we put one together. Here it is:

What shall I do today?

Last of the summer gluwein - May 2020

I'm so glad that I can do things today

I just repaired an outside light! 

Yesterday might have been my last. 

Fixed the flush, so I can have a shite

Cooked breakfast, a shave, a shower, 

And a shite (not in that order)

Then I’ll get the ladders out

to clean the gutters on the border.

I’m going to Poynton later

to knock off toilet plaster under the stairs.

What shall I do today?

Zoom and gloom, 2 ms, 3Ms, 

Test, track and trace 

Physically distant, we’re in it together

with PPE to protect our face

Sit ups, and cough ups

Claps, traps and tweets,

R and R and arrhs

Heroes and empty streets

But with Sixty thousand dead

Who cares about the R?

What shall I do today?

Covid won't hurt you, 

Some people say.

Protect the NHS. 

Alert and at home, stay

Bird song and blue sky,

Butterflies and honey bees,

Walking along the Mersey

Pink blossom on Cherry trees

The New normal is the Old normal

No plastics, no burning, no man-made warming

So, what shall I do tomorrow?