Like the shifting sand waves toss along the shore,
The times of our lives changed like never before.
Carried by the whims of a sudden earthly plague,
Our dreams and our plans now seem rather vague.
Forced into lock down with limited resources,
Uncertainty ahead with diminishing riches.
Add fear for our health, should we catch the disease-
The walls shout aloud, "What kind of life is this? "
Yet we try to exist with those questions we ask,
To go out, take a stroll, we have to wear a mask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem