David Goodhind has submitted this, a sonnet he wrote soon after the start of the lockdown Confined to Barracks
I mark the calendar as time goes by, Not to remind me of some future plan, But to record the passing of the days Of this self-isolation. Surely, I Am not so lonely, bored or listless that I need to while away the hours like this? Of course, I don’t; there’s far too much to do. But none the less I sometimes feel quite flat. Why should this be? I think it is because I miss the friends I meet at church each day, And have a reason to get up and dressed So as to be in time to chat and pray. It only needs officialdom to nod And we shall be together soon, please God. |
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