Just another day,
… is something that can just still be said,
At a push, but not the way,
…. It used to be, before Covid!
Now, our world is no longer ‘just another day’,
… and yet it is but for the wrong reasons,
Today, we are mindful of how we say,
…. ‘just another day’ because the meaning …
Every day, l see people, l see a society,
…of peoples, that was once colourful and vibrant,
But now, they are bland and lack variety,
Their soulful spices and life seasonings have fallen silent,
People keep their distance and although they smile,
It’s behind masks or vacant eyes!
Fear and anxiety of a world on viral fire,
…. Rules and fuels their day, their way, and their cries!
It’s not just another day, not like it used to be…
…. But it is just another sad day,
It will continue to be just another bad day till we,
Can move on with our lives and can say …
It’s no longer just another bloody awful day!
But for now, we live an unknowing existence…
…. Trapped in in our little pockets,
Our bubbles of clinical sanity and safe distance…
… until the toxic topic can be socketed!
Then, when we begin to believe again,
…. Will we embrace the colour of life and society,
We will leave the safety of our residential domains …
… and venture forth with enthusiastic vitality …
…. Or will we?
Will the damage have run so deep into the very core,
Of who we used to be as social living beings?
… Perhaps we are changed now for ever more …
…. And will remain a pocketed people always unbelieving?
© Rory Matier 2020