I've been too far out all my life I think
And not smiling but... but agonizing.
They rang to see was I alright, was I
I smiled down the phone, told them I
That I was reading a bit, watching TV
Out sunning myself in the back
What I didn't tell them I suppose, was
the real truth
That my Demons they were keeping
They were sitting on the fence right
now watching me
Like great big Birds of Prey.
"Are you keeping yourself fit", they asked, " getting enough exercise ",
" Yes!", I smiled again, "I do daily runs
around the garden"
Of course, this too was a fib, a lie
The truth was it was really my
Who were chasing me around the
No! Me! I wasn't smiling, I was just...
"Are you eating enough ?" they asked
"Yes, I am", I replied again smiling, " I
had lots of food in the house
What I neglected to tell them was of
course, the truth
That really it was my demons who
were eating me
And Boy! were they having a feast.
"O!", I thought to myself, " when this
whole thing is all over (the virus
I gotta get myself a woman
Some lovely sweet pretty lookin'
She'll save me from my demons
They'll find her more appetizing
Can eat her first instead of eating me".
This is my Covid poem, with a little help from Stevie Smith's classic "Not waving but drowning". My demons, a great bunch of guys LOL. I seen a picture of a girl I know, she has a beautiful warm inviting smile. Me! I rarely smile and when I do, it's a wary smile, it's like I'm waiting for the next piano to fall from the sky LOL.