Is it me?

I’ve just checked the doors

none appear to be locked

leading me out

straight into the street

I’m taking a walk

around our local lake

there’s hardly a soul it’s a treat

I’ve just swept up leaves

after yesterday’s wind

said hello to Joe

over the fence

he’s eighty-four now

quite often confused

since dementia took most of his sense

I fancy steak for my dinner

with a glass of Bordeaux

and a handful of chips

done golden brown

I’m really too busy

to switch on the tele

it’s just bofs explaining lockdown

I’ve gone back to sketching

wood turning and books

at the weekends

a cryptic crossword

stocked up on boxsets

from amazon prime

ordered yesterday it’s really absurd

Today’s young ‘uns, bored senseless

are ignoring the rules

close to midnight

still queue up for more booze

they laugh at the virus

thinking it’s only us oldies

who’ll catch it

they’ve nothing to lose

The conspiracy theorists

are hunting in packs

the creationists too

in full flight

all blaming God

or the Government

for filling our brains

with such shite

Remembrance Sunday

only yesterday

I took time 

to pause and reflect

to think of those young ‘uns

who gave everything

without ever seeking our respect

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© Graham Sherwood 11/2020