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Time
What is time?
A time to unwind
A moment to rewind
The day you’ve just left behind

Time
What is time?
A time to reflect
A need to now direct
The path you life is choosing

Time
What is time?
A time to come clean
A chance to be seen
When the world closes in all around you

Time
What is time?
A time on a clock
A rest near the dock
Remembering the years gone by

Time
What is time?
A time in the sun
A sense of all things fun
As you drink and enjoy the moment

Time
What is time?
The numbers on a dial
The minutes that we smile
When we’re happy and feeling good

Time
What is time?
A sadness along the way
A church to sit and pray
When somebody is taken from us

Time
What is time?
A never ending movement
Sometimes an improvement
From one realm and then to another

Time
What is time?
A traveller in the sky
Coming to tell us why
We need to treat each other nicer

Time
What is time?
02:13 on my phone
When I wrote this on my own
And I really should have been sleeping
A is the acid that flies from your tongue
B is the bitterness that’s been there all along
C is the coldness that creeps ever more
D is the damage I take on the floor
E is the essence used to drag me in
F is the fear enforced once we begin
G is the guilt that I feel everyday
H is the happiness that never seems to stay
I is the insults behind the closed doors
J is the jealously flowing from your pores
K is the knife you twist all the time
L is the level you stoop to hide your crime
M is the mother that I’m not allowed to see
N is the narcissist that breaths next to me
O is the optimism you stole from my head
P is the punishment inflicted in our bed
Q is the queen who you call mother
R is the respect she hides from you lover
S is the secret that you never like to share
T is the terror that is imposed in your care
U is the ugly that I now believe I am
V is the violence once the doors slam
W is the world trying to say hello
X is the X-ray visits starting to grow
Y is the yacht I dream that I am sailing
Z is the zero on the chance of it prevailing
X
Aren’t they beautiful
The fields full of flies
Buzzing and nuzzling
Into the yellow
And the red
Flowers
And the green
And the serene
Grass
Isn’t it beautiful
The sea
The clear blue sea
Shimmering
Glimmering
Under a tinge of orange
They call the sun
Floating on the ripples
Of the waves as they crash
Isn’t it wonderful
The chorus of nature
Bouncing of the trees
Rising from the earth
A voice
A channel
The orchestral hum
That will come
With its existence
Isn’t it shear delight
Mankind working
Friendships blooming
Kindness looming
Solidarity in full song
The place we all belong
Like the dreams
The world shares
And now we’re there
I now awake
And cough
In a land of the pope
And the place of liberty
Where Columbus sat
And many others follow
I believe inside
There’s hope
I see a tabby cat at the bottom of my garden
And I wonder why it’s there
As the news gets bleaker
And the world gets weaker
I see it and just like to stare

I’ve seen the tabby cat everyday this week
And I wonder why it’s around
While the news is getting me down
And it’s forcing me to frown
It just lies down on the ground

Today I didn’t see the tabby cat
I didn’t see it in the grass
As the world keeps on dying
It was stopping me from crying
That friend I was seeing through my glass
Corona Corona what a beautiful drink
But now a lousy virus
Has got you on the brink
Go to hell
COV-19
You smell
Running and sweating
Sweating and running
Fighting and kicking
Kicking and fighting
Shouting and spitting
Spitting and shouting
A tale of short
A tale of tall
A tale of posts
This is football
There they go, blue masks, heavy boots
Spraying their guns in sparking suits
There they go, under the sun, as she creeps
Working alone as Italy sleeps
There they go, the front line, the protectors
Spraying away, the virus rejectors
There they go, quietly waking, in isolation
Slowly but surely saving their nation
There they go, up and down, street to street
No one to smile to and no one to greet
There they go, the workers, the foot men
When they’ve cleansed what happens then
There they go, the exterminators, the real fight
Hoping to make it happy and to make it right
There they go, calmly killing gestation
Hopefully lifting this strong Italian nation
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