The sun was up,
And so was I,
Looking out,
At the clear blue sky.
The day was here,
And all looked fine,
And best of all,
The day was mine.
I had my choice,
I know I’d walk,
And along the way,
With people I’d talk.
These so Strange Times,
People seemed so nice,
But why did this come,
With such a price.
When it is ended,
People might just see,
That good humour,
Is what life should be.