Everything is on the skids.
Can’t go to a gig or visit the theatre
Go to the cinema or our local eater.
Can’t meet my friends or hug my kids
The whole of life is on the skids.
We have to stay indoors on our own
But really – we mustn’t moan!
The air is sweet and the sun shines
We’re still alive and feeling fine!
Opher – 15.5.2020