It’s hard to overestimate the danger
Like a ripple in the way it has spread
And for all of the rings in the ripple
Dozens more people may be dead.

Looking now out of my front window
As I have done so many times before
The view, though no less pleasant
Seems blighted by that lock on the door.

Oh we both attend our small garden
A pleasure not enjoyed by some
But there’s no longer any point to a party
When you can’t invite people to come.

And the collie he sits by the roadside
A pathetic and lonely strange sight
He waits for his kind caring master
Who’ll now never come home tonight.

Moving through the air totally unseen
It infects everything that it hits
And the lives affected by this virus
End up broken and lying in bits.

©Joe Wilson – Covid-19…2020