Friday Night

Friday night, I should have been at football match tomorrow, It’s been too long, Some things go well but world of too much sorrow. Some new strains, As if the one we had not bad enough, More restrictions, Who knew living through this would be tough. Work from home, No water cooler chats with colleagues, friends, No clear route out, And none of us know when the nightmare ends. Do our best, Stiff upper lip, resilience the key, So difficult, But plan towards a better destiny. Friday night, Perhaps in time our saturdays return, More hopeful dreams, Before that day some bridges still to burn? Be prepared, For when normality raises its head, Each night-time’s wish, That things are fixed when we get out of bed!