One room, one window, one door.
Today he took his walk of recreation
A few steps further down the well beaten track
This time there was no turning back
Freedom tasted sweet as sweet could be
He had been cooped up for several weeks
Covid 19 and that certain age made sure of that
He wasn’t complaining, he was above ground so far
As far away from a hospital as was the case
Before all this kicked off.
Music, books, writing, reading were his saviour.
Be careful how you use you influence he tells himself
What works for one may be the enemy of another.
Should I go on or have I said enough he asks himself.
A Santa Claus is needed to bring us some joy
Pity, he thinks we stopped believing.
©Chris Black.
Poetry from The Man Shed
5th May 2020
~The Poet’s Poet~
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Very well done indeed. Brought a smile to my heart and face. Thank you 😊
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Amazing what weeks and weeks of isolation can do to an aging body, glad you liked it.
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We seem to have lost contact with each other
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Still here Walt, perhaps it’s something I have done as I have continued to get your posts daily I did change my call sign as you can see Chris’s Blog is floating around somewhere on the interwebs, me and technology seem to get ourselves in a twist at times
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Nice to see you! I agree about technology. I’m trying to figure out why my poems are appearing iin such large print.
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Once they are appearing that’s fine by me, you also went down the calligraphy route which was nice to see. Just so you don’t go bothering yourself there is no need to respond to my replies just to know you are in good spirits is fine and dandy.
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