Our world is slowly shutting down,
A veil drawn over social life;
Flights, concerts, even trips to town,
Designed to help halt viral strife.
A roaring silence stalks the streets,
Coffee catch ups things of the past,
Gone too short break or restaurant treats,
How long will this grim nightmare last?
Weeks, maybe months, we have been told
To keep our distance yet still show care
For the defenceless and the old,
To face this burden, we must share.
What do we do now when we meet?
Hugs and kisses will no more do,
Elbow bump or Namaste greet?
Choose the welcome that works for you.
So hunker down and ride this out,
Do as we’re told, no pain no gain,
And of this there can be no doubt,
It’s time to wash my hands again.
Tony Quarrington 
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