While I lay sleeping, my whole world turned
Freedom, once cherished has been handed back
By my friends, whose company I’ve spurned.
I step outdoors, ready to jib and tack;
I’m negatively charged, pushed apart
By novice joggers and nervy walkers
Who’ve made assessing two metres an srt
As they follow, in line like trainee stalkers.
At shops, I queue, like a suspect, masked,
Fearful of the next random cough and sneeze.
Why must I perform this burdensome task?
‘You’re the next one in; no dawdling, please.’
I’ll cope with lockdown, the stress and the strife
As, soon, I’ll return to the arms of my wife.