Writers' Showcase
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2020
by Ian Curtress
Who would have
dreamed of the horror this year would
sadly bring
When we were anticipating the joy which
comes with every Spring
A change in lives forever, a challenge to
our creed
But we have overcome before. Once called
This Happy Breed
A test of honest values, in recent years
allowed to slip
Sense of care devalued, selfishness
obtained a grip
But the core of British fairness has
surfaced as before
Helping others, forgetting self. How we
survived the war
We never understood the loss of life,
then, no more than now
Every loss seemed personal, constant
furrowed brow
The helplessness is numbing, the anger
underneath
All we can do is by kindness hope to
share their grief
At least we could take solace then, in
each other’s arms
We had no inhibitions. Showed feelings
without qualms
There was always someone close on hand to
give heart strings a gentle tug
Who noticed you were struggling and gave
that reassuring hug
But now for so many, rules apply, six
feet a world apart
Little time remains, to heal an aching
heart.
We long for that touch which makes our
spirits lift
No words describe such happiness
No price on such a gift. |
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