Covid Anxiety
Covid Anxiety
Written: by Miracle Man
October 5, 2021
With head hung low I display my dread,
like a blindfolded person I can’t see what’s ahead.
I no longer strut like a perky street glider,
but remain holed up like a trap door spider.
Before leaving the house for some daily task
I hear, “wear your gloves and don’t forget your mask”
Not venturing out but for my weekly essentials,
And occasionally I’m asked to see jab card credentials.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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