Here is a little ditty I penned in honour of the Virus. You can listen to it or read it. Or both.
I don’t think I’m happy with Covid-19
There are things that are hidden and things that are seen
But mostly the thing that I don’t like the most
Is thinking of things that I thought were all ghost.
Things that I’d buried deep down in the past.
Things that I thought that I’d buried at last.
Because when you are old and locked up alone
And your only connection is friends on the phone
You’ve got plenty of time to sit and recall
On times when you belted your head on the wall,
Of times that you wish you could take it all back
When all of your joys turned to something quite black.
When you chatted with friends about things that you did
And they laughed and said keep that one under your lid.
It’s all very well when you’re there with your mate
He’ll just tell you to leave it alone. It’s too late.
But it isn’t too late to reach out and reflect
On good friends you’ve lost and things that you wrecked.
So sitting at home with Covid-19
Makes me think about things that I thought could have been
Of things that I dreamt of. Things I desired
People I loved and some I admired.
If I could go back and start over again
Would I cry ‘alleluia’ or whisper ‘Amen?’
Would I weep in my whisky
Or dance on my bed
Or look at the clock and thank God when I’m dead?