All the while inside the house
thought it would be over
in days,
No, it drags on
into months, the end
will be a few months hitherto,
No, it continues. Hearsay is
will go beyond years.
None can see a close.
Staying in is safe,
Being indoors for years
will turn one delirious.
Washing hands with soap
few times a day is sensible
while you touch something
you have to, the need to wash,
delivers a battered feeling,
A mask around your mouth
and nose another factor
that bottles you up
seems weird.
the change the pandemic
has caused in our life
makes me pine for the good
old days.
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