When you are locked in,
You start to make friends,
With things that don’t talk back,
Thus, they don’t pretend,
They don’t pretend to be right,
Neither pretend to be wrong,
They’re simply there singing,
Their non-sentient song,
Be it a bottle of something,
Perhaps it is some wine,
Each gulp some philosophy,
That you deem sublime,
Or maybe a vinyl you enjoy,
Some audible memory,
That makes you young again,
So, some grey revelry,
Another choice may be,
A tender piece of art,
That either can be framed,
Or be a tasty fruit tart,
Or perhaps your friend,
Comes alive on the page,
Either it is a work of fiction,
Or something true and sage,
With whatever your choice,
Be kind to your new mate,
And please keep it with you,
Even after this time so grave,
So that it shines a light,
That you can happily reuse,
Whenever times are hard,
Thus, you will never lose.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: May 22nd, 2020 08:14
- Comment from author about the poem: During the Lockdown the majority of us would have picked up a few extra hobbies due to the enormity of free time we have, which have become pleasant new friends to us. However, the Lockdown may not last forever, meaning that these new hobbies that you have joyously found may be tossed aside when things eventually, and hopefully go back to normal. I beg you, please don't bin them, as they have kept you sane and happy during such a hard time, so why not continue to have them so that you can refill your happy day by day. I hope that you enjoy this more cheery poem, and again, please stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wonderful positive write Ben, I totally agree with you, those new things we have found are so important at this time and should be treasured when normality returns.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
It is essential that we keep as positive as possible at the moment, and use that positivity as a foundation stone for changing things for the better.
I hope all is well, and I hope that you're having a great day.
Ben.
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