Dock leaves

Dock leaves

I’ve got a bag of pasta,
Tomatoes in a tin
an extra pack of loo rolls,
the ultimate new sin.

I can’t get any hand wash,
Baked beans are rare as gold
And everyone is worried
As we protect our old.

We watch out for the symptoms,
A sore throat and a cough.
And we avoid the handshakes
Life now is getting tough.

We’re following the guidelines
And up and down the land,
We’re singing Happy Birthday
As we lather up our hands.

And if we are out shopping
To see what’s left in town,
If we see someone sneezing
We step away and frown.

Schools might soon be closing
Parents buy up gin,
Weeks and weeks of boredom
The future’s looking grim.

Many will be worried
That they can’t earn any money,
And for all those little businesses
This time is far from funny.

But stop and look around you
There is blossom on the trees,
The birds haven’t stop singing
We have butterflies and bees.

Use this latest crisis
To step back from the strife,
The pressures of your workplace
And reassess your life.

Spring is around the corner,
feel that gentle breeze
And when we have no paper,
There’ll be plenty of dock leaves.

Jan Millward©