Covid-19 Effected

• Janice Fairall, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2020

Whose life is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
He really needs someones love,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his hands a shake,
And sobs until the tears break.
He really needs someones help,
To enjoy distant birds awake.
His soul is sick, scary and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not leave,
So he lies in bed with tubes that leak.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He wants to be a normal man.
But faces the day with never ending dread.