Unusual Times

Minds gone astray
It’s topsy turvy out there
We’ve all become masked bandits
The Wild West come to town
Everything’s become a thingamajig
The brain too busy with worries
To remember their name
To make the most of the minutes
Guilt needs no more practice
At the lack of production
Spinning out of soul-destroying sadness
But the time has come
For us to be gentle with ourselves
These are unusual times
And we can’t expect normal
We’re doing our best
With the vast unknown

Debbie Gravett © 2020.05.11

RDP: Thingamajig
FOWC: Practice
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

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