At the end of my coping
At my falling apart
The work of my angel
Repaired my poor heart
She took me from darkness
Fear and despair
In the midst of my suffering
She answered my prayer
Her career, my angel
Took away my pain
She took me from heartache
That was sending me insane
She made such a difference
To my world, to my mind
She's truly an angel
Of the heaven-sending kind
What do we gain by living in fear?
How's our wellbeing, with not going out?
Would we know a virus was near?
If it wasn't, constantly, talked about?
There's a lot to lose, living in Lockdown
Businesses, pubs, all going bust
Empty streets, deserted towns
Shop shutter railings gathering dust
This country is falling onto it's knees
All of us told to live in dread
If we don't wear a mask, or put on gloves
Tomorrow morning, we'll wake up dead
If you're fat, or old, or have a condition
You're virtually knocking on death's door
You must stay home and isolate
Is that helpful? I'm not so sure
And why on earth do we need an App
To tell us, we could have been near
Someone who may carry the virus
Another way to instil the fear
I don't believe that Lockdown's the answer
I believe in what's meant to be
A world of mask wearing people
Is not a happy place to be
Everyday, we make judgements
On people we meet
To feel our own worth
To just feel complete
Each person we place
In life's pigeon holes
According to stature
Virtue and roles
Our judgements are guesses
Assumptions, own ways
Of seeing situations
From our own dim-past haze
How do you walk in shallow waters
When you need to swim in sea
With a depth of understanding
Of space and liberty
How do you swim in shallow waters
Stifled, chained, not free
Restrained and unable
To be what you want to be!
How do you grow in shallow waters
When around you are small minds
Closed, bigotted opinions
Of the mind-damaging kind
How do you wake to shallow waters
Who helps you see the way
To a deeper, fuller ocean
And a brighter every day
Bacon, eggs, sausage and beans
Buying another pair of black jeans
Shutting the door on trouble-some teens
Sitting, chilling, in the park
Gazing at sparkling stars after dark
Peaceful mornings up with a lark
Early evening glasses of red
Giggling at something, someone said
Naughty day-dreaming laying in bed
Looking in charity shops for books and CD's
Pickled onions and crackers with very strong cheese
Hot sunny days with a mild gentle breeze
Chatting with people I know or just met
Warm sunny downpours, getting soaking wet
On Grand National days, having a bet
Buying the paper and having a read
Watching someone do a good deed
Being able to help someone in need
Drinking cups of Yorkshire Tea
Communal flowers for all to see
Green healthy grass and a pure blue sea
And there lies some reasons i'm grateful for
Each day on this earth, and want many more
I learned so much
Of how not to be
The end of an era
The end of Queen Bee
Some days were horrific
Other days, okay
But the best days of all
Were when she was away
She was massively unfair
Mean and unjust
Biased, so cruel
And full of mistrust
She had her favourites
The ones with the knack
Of back- scratching her
Then she would scratch back
She looked after the few
Whilst the rest took her spite
Told lies by the sackful
Never did what was right
Vindictive bullying,
talking down
Humiliating people
Calling them clowns
I, for one, am not sorry she's gone
Goodbye Queen Bee, see ya, jog on.