Reader's letter: Poetic take on return to normal
Now things are looking up at last,
I don’t even have to wear a mask,
I can see my grandson every day,
And don’t have to stay six feet away.
I can get my hair done, and my feet,
And chat to anyone in the street,
I can get on a train, or a bus,
And nobody there will make a fuss.
There’s a myriad things that I can do;
I can go to the shops, or the zoo.
I can go to the baths for a swim,
Or pay my subs and go to the gym,
I can eat a meal out every night,
And drink enough wine to get quite tight.
I can buy new clothes and shoes and bags,
(The clothes I have now are all in rags).
I wrote down all the things I could do,
And shuffled them so I hadn’t a clue,
Then I drew one out, what did it say?
“Go for a walk” which I do each day.
So, I didn’t even have to think,
I gathered my thing without a blink,
I picked up my mask and coat and hat,
My phone (in case I should fall down flat).
A stick to keep others well away,
So, I’ll live to fight another day. — R. PRATT, via email.