The Twenty-Twenty Twilight Zone! Poem by Denis Martindale

I don't shake hands, like months before, or pat friends on the back,
Or kiss upon the cheek and more, and feel I'm losing track.
I smile and wave then say, 'I'm fine! God bless for asking me! '
It's after that, I draw the line then exit gracefully.
Lock up the door for lockdown mode, watch TV now and then.
For me, that's not some heavy load as known by other men.
A pensioner like me stays still, what use is there to roam?
Just stay inside and don't get ill, stay safe and stay at home.
I've got my old computer here with email news and such,
And tell the friends that I hold dear, it's nice to stay in touch!
My twenty-twenty twilight zone means that I must be brave,
Because this living home alone feels silent as the grave.
So I persist, and persevere, as others seek the cure,
Not knowing if it will appear, yet striving to endure.
The Internet's got loads of news, and updates day-by-day,
Statistics, and more points of views, as experts have their say.
The children have to go to school, with all that this entails,
As someone somewhere made that rule, and that rule tipped the scales.
October's soon, then Halloween, with parties planned for weeks,
Despite the deaths we've known not seen, there'll still be zombie freaks!
With Christmas Day to follow, too, and presents to and fro!
Will we survive, will I, will you? My friends, I just don't know!


Denis Martindale. September 2020.