The atmosphere is chill
This is a bitter pill to swallow
We must believe, now in unreal times
Onward! Onward! We must travel.
Fate dictates this, as the world unravels
No point taking the high moral ground
Bite the bullet as we go to ground.
Traffic and trade across world suspended.
They have no wish to exaggerate
Those on whom we depend
We may be weary of spirit
Yet must believe that again we will prosper.
Our hearts may be heavy and weary
For those loved, parted and departed
They are the ones who give us strength
To continue this fight, we must believe
That evil will be defeated, we have much to achieve.
© Chris Black.
24th March 2020
Poetry from The Man Shed
~The Poet’s Poet~
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An excellent message for these difficult times Chris. Thanks!
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Cheers Fransi, one never knows what direction the pen will travel once it connects with paper.
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That’s the beauty of the creative process, isn’t it Chris?
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Are you continuing with your book, now you mention creative process Fransi?
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I keep meaning to Chris. I have the desire, finding the time has been challenging. The coronavirus isolation could provide the time, but at the moment I am crazy busy with client assignments — which is good, no complaints here.
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Busy is good food for mind and body.
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That it is, Chris.
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