They say we are in it for the long haul,

But the long haul is a poor existence.

Your options become rather limited:

Eat, sleep, work, fight, and live on subsistence.

 

I’ve driven lorries long haul to the West

And been to Asia on a long-haul flight,

But never put my neighbour in his grave,

Nor hid in shelters half way through the night.

 

Long haul relationships can bring you bliss,

Long haul in other senses satisfies,

But here it multiplies your enemies

And cares not when a close friend falls and dies.

 

It is a time of duty and restraint,

Of uncomplaining hardships for us all,

We long for loved ones and a ‘normal life’,

But getting all this back is one long haul.