This poem from Christina Lynn is rather topical
Compare when this was written to where we are now……
For that year of twenty-twenty
In the future we’ll have plenty
Stories which I’m sure we’ll tell
Of the horror that befell
When spreading all around the world
Coronavirus it took hold
Where it started, not quite sure
But put a blight on our future!
At the start we were too late
And being slow determined fate
Of those who were most vulnerable
From this virus diabolical.
Boris listened to the men scientific
Sure, their advice was most prolific,
“Herd Immunity” they hoped we’d get
And so few targets we had set.
Our hands to wash in “special way”,
While singing twice Happy Birthday.
Two metres distance we should stand
From other people in the land.
They hoped these things would stop the spread
Of virus which on contact fed.
Now “Lockdown” should have come much sooner,
In waiting, Boris made a bloomer.
This delay came at a cost.
As many were the lives we list.
Boris too was then laid low,
In hospital t’was touch and go,
But nurses helped to pull him through
This virus so much worse than ‘flu.
Soon our lives turned upside down,
And many things now made us frown,
Some were big and some were small
We wondered just what would befall
Us, if we lived, or if we died?
There was no place where we could hide.
Those in care homes were neglected
No P.P.E. for them provided.
Many there would lose their lives
However hard the staff might strive.
“Immune systems”, did they function?
If not must stay in isolation.
For those who lived in cramped conditions
This would cause them many problems.
The “poor” who had so little money
For them and children ’twas not funny.
But “Food Banks” to their rescue came
(We as a nation should feel shame!)
Then we thought we’d “track and trace”
To get this running was a race.
You might have guessed, yes, many hitches
And oh so many, many glitches.
On Thursdays then at 8 o’clock,
In streets we stood with hands to clap
Those doctors, nurses in the NHS
With key-workers they’re the best.
Technology it was a boon
Many could connect with “Zoom”.
Industrious people worked from home
Long calls were made on telephone.
However things were not all bad
‘Cos other benefits we had
When we worked all those long hours
There was no time to tend the flowers!
Now every bed looked pristine, weeded
Every flower was dead-headed,
That old shed repaired and tidy
All tools there were oiled and ready.
Rooms which many years had waited
Now were fresh and decorated!
Air was clean without pollution
Less cars now, new resolution.
Electric cycles now the rage
These useful were for those of age
When pedalling vigorously up a hill
No longer seems to fit the bill!
But there’s one problem we all shared
What could we do about our hair?
Men with long white hair we saw
Looking like Methuselah
Pig-tails, pony-tails, hair like rats
Some people covered heads with hats.
Hair now grown, but not same colour
‘Cos now was grey and looking duller.
Of dear me we were so worried,
But Government would not be hurried.
Hairdressers they were in a race
Protection had to be in place
Before the scissors out could come
And snip, snip, snip the job be done.
Now the future’s in our hands
We should not bury heads in sand.
In days to come we must remember
People, the services they rendered
To our country much in need.
For their own safety paid no heed!
Some lost their lives in helping others,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers.
And when all this is at an end,
I hope the message that we’ll send
“Key-workers” all must have reward
There is no other way forward.