Pandemic musings from Pandemic Reality by mike skliar

Bright summer morning, birds chattering
Blue sky with grey clouds scattering
But like a dream that blew away
Replaced by bad news that’s here to stay

I take a walk in a beautiful park
Birds chirp, geese honk, dogs bark
But all the people wearing masks outside
A thousand pairs of sad eyes

Open refrigerator, a kingly feast
Foods from the north, south, west and east
But oh yeah there’s that other thing
I hear the tv news, and all that’s happening

We talk and text, skype and zoom
From the comfort of our rooms
But I can’t visit and linger lounge and hang
With family, friends, and the old gang

I pass the clubs, bars and restaurants
The brunch, the jazz, mimosa, croissant
Just a memory, something to remember
Will those places be around in December

My moods go from sunny to dark
The future is one big question mark
But I still believe we’re gonna recover
Still so much joy, left to discover

(c) M. Skliar 2020

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