Staying Home Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Staying home

The virus is mowing down many people
mostly old ones, we old are only able to shop between
9 in the morning and to 11, after that we have to stay in.
Of course, we can go or drive to the pharmacy where
we are first in the line.
We are wearing mask and gloves; the gloves are a good
ideas, but the cover is not needed unless you have
caught the disease.
There is a garage at the bottom of the building, and I have
walking around for an hour, it is needed for me as
I suffer from diabetes.
I suspect - bless the medical staff- older adults die often
from flu and some undelaying illness, I think the real
deaths are included in the tally of those overcome by death.
My cardiologist rang told me not to leave the house
unless I needed to go to a doctor, but not go to the hospital
where the virus is contagious.
Sitting in all day is a bit boring, but I obey the dictate
and unable to buy my favourite papers.
After all, I sense my time has not arrived yet, so for once
In my life, I did as told.