Photo Credit Photo by Matthew Ronder-Seid

 

It’s Like A Weird Kind Of Sunday

 

It’s like a weird kind of Christmas

as we all hunker down

but there’s no tinsel, no sign of mistletoe

there’s hardly anyone around

 

It’s like a weird kind of Sunday

just like the ones in the good olde days

where families stay at home

finding fun in so many creative and cosy ways

 

It’s like a weird kind of morning

Groundhog Day once more

food, do we need some more food, more food

and where’s all the food in the store?

 

It’s like a weird kind of film

where we are all the stars

big brother is watching us all

it’s the biggest part that we have had to play so far

 

It’s like a weird kind of cult

we are all in it together

confined to our own cosy spaces

we pray for sunnier weather

 

It’s like a weird kind of job loss

but we are still employed

not knowing if we are going back in on Monday

but at least the boss won’t be annoyed

 

It’s like a weird kind of night out

a night we lost through too much fun

where we stay at someone else’s house by mistake

and find our friends are all on the run

 

It’s like a weird kind of limbo

a version of the hokey cokey without the sound

moments of highs and lows

as people want to understand, help and rally round

 

It’s like a weird kind of standing still

and the clock has turned its back

ashamed of what we have become

it’s like the world has come right off its tracks

 

It’s like a weird kind of reminder

one that we won’t forget

we better wake up and listen

it isn’t finished yet

 

It’s like a weird kind of reset

turn off the power and start again

one day this will all be behind us

What will our world look like to us then….

 

 

Written By Mandy Dineley – My Beautiful Pen March 2020