At A Time of Lockdown

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 …”.

9 thoughts on “At A Time of Lockdown

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      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

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