Life as we knew it, meant we could do it

Because we could, we did as we should

Knew right from wrong, joined the throng,

of whatever was our bag, a drag on a fag or

a pint in the pub, a lock in, or then on to a club 

 

The weekends were great, a turnstile gate

of fans at the match.

The ref sounds the whistle

my seats in the middle, of the swankiest stand

Amongst some of the most dedicated

supporters in the land 

Players exchange pleasantries

and actually shake hands,

before going into battle again

to the sounds of the band

 

A meal in town, a smile or a frown

depending on how the food went down

A glass of wine, a gin and tonic

The karaoke bar wasn’t very melodic

But nobody cared, and now we’re scared

to venture out, during the day,

or when the lights go down

Falling out over bread and milk

When we go to the shops

we sometimes get zilch.

 

Things changed in an instant 

we now keep our distance

Two metres they say, as we kneel down

to pray, that our friends and family are ok

Can’t go to work, or buy or new shirt

unless I go online, what’s mine is yours

and yours is mine on Amazon Prime

Lockdown films, lockdown friends,

video calls stop us going round the bend.

Virtual concerts with virtual stars,

exercise Guru’s when each day starts

 

Got to keep going, by keeping fit

Daily exercise should cover it

On the bike that was in the shed

Anything at all but staying in bed

TV on, the internet has crashed

We’re still banged up, my head is mashed

Will life return to normal again?

Will we give hugs and kisses

and shake peoples hands?

Will we go to the gigs of our favourite bands?

One things as sure as the world spins round

We will all celebrate the end of this lockdown!

The Urban Poet 2020