Poem

Are we finally heading for the date And all the constricting rules are lifted. A time to enjoy the sudden freedom That we will all be gifted? Then what would add to all our natural urge To let our hairs down and have fun, Would be for the skies to clear and the temperatures to rise Signalling happy times have begun. For this glorious combination Of our new freedom and sun, Would be the almost perfect tonic to ease the damage The last sixteen months has done.

‘Normality’ is a word we use to try and pigeon hole Us all in every way, But to be honest there is no ‘normal’ As something changes for us all each and every day. So with that monumental date Fast coming into sight, Surely nothing now can stop its occurrence But with so many new cases possibly that might. Then what would happen as already so many Have practically reached the end of their tether, While as if it already knew what we’re experiencing now Isn't really summer weather. So with bated breath and fingers crossed I look forward though cant help but hold back, As for letting us all build up our hopes Only to have them dashed this prime minister has a knack. Maybe I am being far too cynical Though more likely I am just getting old, For I seem to know never to believe or trust A single word a politician has told. With that in mind and the skies still grey, Isn’t this just simply yet another ‘normal’ day.