For those who faced the challenge.
For those who took the hit.
For everyone who self-imposed,
In order not to transmit.
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Are these memories of a bygone time?
Is the brunt of it truly passed?
Will it ever completely peter out?
Will there be an actual last?
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So many privileges stolen,
With freedoms and rights curtailed.
Dispossessed by the routine of it,
With an antigen test that’s failed.
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Floors, walls and ceilings,
That may or may not be homely.
Using books and the internet,
Still left those feeling lonely.
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Using unbidden musings to fill the time;
Are these problems self-inflicted?
Are there addictions being born,
With no ending clearly predicted?
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Not feeling welcome in that new world,
Despite being part of a great endeavour.
No choice, but to take one’s time,
Knowing it’s not the beginning of forever.
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Bonding reluctantly with all those
Distant and unknown others.
Embroiled and feeling trapped,
With an isolation that smothers.
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An embroilment that had those trapped,
While the purpose was understood,
A mask-free coffee in a café…
Well, it just never sounded so good!
