At a time of lockdown
Some drown
Their sorrows, in beer or gin.
Yet alcohol is not
The only form of sin.
True, some may lose themselves in art.
But others grow hot.
Drink and art
Can not suffice.
Thoughts turn to vice.
Anticipation of pleasure,
For the coming warm weather
Will bring
(In summer and spring)
Roses into bloom.
And, despite the lockdown
Some men will not resist the perfume
Of roses.
The poet composes
And thinks “the woodland path
Along which I pass
Has no flowers in bloom,
But soon
Their scent will delight
Both day and night.
And I shall pass by
With a sigh.
Yet the woodland path
Is not wide
And when, on each side
There are such sweet blooms,
‘Tis not easy to pass,
And some may stray
From the narrow way …”.
K Morris - Poet 
I am drowning myself in poetry.
Poetry is a wonderful pool in which to drown. Thanks for commenting. All the best, Kevin
My pleasure. Drew
I agree, Kevin. I believe the shut down is just buying us time to work out a plan, if we can.
Thanks Robbie. The lockdown can’t continue indefinitely. If people can see light at the end of the tunnel, they will accept it as a necessary measure (well most people will do). However, if people see no end in sight, then the shutdown will become unworkable. People will demand the ending of restrictions and, ultimately the economy will only be able to take so much of lockdown. Kevin
I too am drownung in poetry. I have a sweet tooth.
Thanks for commenting Lorraine. Hope all is OK with you. Kevin
I enjoyed that poem, Kevin.
We may be on lockdown, but the sun is shining, the birds are singing and we can still go for a walk.
Indeed we can Vivienne. I am delighted you enjoyed my poem and thank you for commenting. Kevin