WHEN SUMMER COMES

Spring 2020 was a strange surreal time, you couldn’t much go outside
Due to a vicious virus that raged like a fire worldwide
Weddings were cancelled, events were stopped and pubs had to close their doors
Gradually all excuses ran out for putting off household chores
Some people soon challenged themselves with yoga, dancing and knitting
Others politely rejected suggestions they try something other than sitting
There was no way in hell they were going to be forced into doing any new thing
They used to despise having to go out, now they hated having to stay in
Decluttering the house was commonplace as we owned lots more than needed
But then the shopping addiction kicked in and we ventured back online to feed it
Just like at any other time, no topic inspired consensus
An opinion ventured on most subjects would be counter-argued senseless
It was a time of great irony when some folk who just months before
Had subtly been told “we don’t need you in our country, there’s the door”
And others described as slackers or low skilled kept us watered and fed
Putting themselves in danger to give us our daily bread
NHS staff who not long ago were denied with derision a pay rise
Proved beyond doubt that they’re priceless; it just took a global pandemic to realise
Kids who thought they hated school were gutted to be kept away
From friends, their prom and even exams -     they missed it more each day
What kept us connected during this time were the internet, TV and phone
The very things regularly criticised for making you feel most alone
Lots of employees were furloughed - a new word that was learned overnight
Some lost their jobs completely and for many finances were tight
Any number who could ill afford it put money into the pot
While others held their cap out who already had quite a lot
Many hoped that lessons would be learned from what was found
In Spring 2020 when death was all around
Tears flowed freely for thousands lost before it was their time to go
We’ll see in the end, eventually, which way future tides will flow
It certainly was a strange surreal time that Spring when the virus first sprung
A chance to look at things differently and wonder when Summer might come