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Apr 2020
Socially distant,
It’s nothing new to me,
Kinda consistent,
With the way I tend to be,
No resistance,
From the likes of those like me,
Drifting in the distance,
Is where I feel free.

However…I will admit,
It is not really a choice,
More often than not,
I am just a lone voice,
I don’t like to shout,
I am more in than out,
Hidden somewhere in the shadows,
Wherever they like to turn the lights down low.

I am…like the silent breeze…that you only feel…when you stand still,
And pause for a moment.

It is not an advantage,
But it is not always the opposite,
It is the role I play,
My character in the script,
Never the star,
A face in the chorus line,
But given the choice,
I’d be three steps behind.
Hm…
Three steps behind,
That’s where I’ll be,
Socially distancing,
Three steps behind,
Drifting in the distance,
Where the lights are lows,
In the chorus line,
Three steps behind.
Written by
David L Butler  London
(London)   
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