So work wanted us to write a poem on how we cope in the pandemic. This was something i quickly put together.
Gosh, I Can’t Complain!
At last I think, I have a job;
At last I think, I am losing weight;
At last I think, to re-open the travel list, again!
Sudden comes the pandemic, gushing in to control my every
breathe
I can’t work in a shared room, I mumble – gosh, I can’t complain,
I have work to feed my brain;
I can’t go to the gym, I gasp – gosh, I can’t complain, I
have food on my plate (and some chocolate too);
I can’t travel anymore, I whine – gosh, I can’t complain, I
live so close to the sea;
I miss my space, I sigh – gosh, I can’t complain, I have a
home to live;
My whole routine is thrown sideways, I grumble - gosh, I
can’t complain, I am alive!
