I sit in my pub snug, and I wait for my mates to arrive
For a year I've not heard or seen them, I hope their alive
The first taste of my beer is like my coming of age
Like the rest of my life as I turn a new page
I've been in isolation I've been lost and then found
On many occasions I'd thought I'd be deep underground
So, I smile at the new regulars they smile at me back
So nice to see you, as they pat my frail back
Alone I still sit, sad my mates never came
I sigh, as I supped, my life will never be the same
"Bartender" another beer to help this old man survive
As he sat and he waited for his mates to arrive
The end of lockdown, but not the end.