Cashiers greet me the way they always have
I just can't see their smiles
I put out my garbage on Sunday night
When I wake up, it's gone
All I have to do
Is stay isolated
Essential services have not stopped
My life is basically the same
Not because of the elite
Who is important in a society
Figure that out
Quickly
part 2 of comment (it was too long) I have an acquaintance who has always been a talker. He can't stay home. He's always out talking to somebody. His wife passed away a few years ago, so he has nobody to talk to at home. His children get so upset with him, but I think he secretly wants to get sick and not go on living by himself.
My garbage gets collected as usual, too. However, not all the cashiers at my local grocery store are wearing masks yet! I certainly wear mine when I go in there (as little as possible) . Probably about half the customers wear masks and half don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Essential services have not stopped' - that's a great service given to the citizens.