Quieter roads, fewer aircraft, cleaner air
The present conspiracy theory doing
The rounds where I live is that grumpy
Old Trump so incensed by the Chinese
Telecoms giant Huawei, set about getting
His own back by secretly infecting Wuhan,
A port city of 11 million people with the
True or false it matters not, but what
Does make a difference though is the
Notable change in people’s habits and
Attitude to life. Suddenly the roads are
Quieter, fewer aircraft aloft, the air is
Cleaner, families are gathering around
The kitchen table once more, less going
Out, more time for hobbies, cooking at
Home, suddenly the volume has been
Clipped, giving people time to think and
Time to take stock.
Yes, lots of jobs are presently at risk,
But perhaps they always were, and
Perhaps nature is telling us something?
Already where I live people are looking
At better ways of doing their jobs, why
Travel to work on smelly crowded trains?
Why must we so cheerily breathe the
Fumes of the car in front when with a
Little thought and a little creativity life
Could be so much better.
The coronavirus is teaching us much,
Doctors are already aware of better
Ways of conducting their surgeries,
And further streamlining is on the way,
Just as sure as the internet shopper
Killed off the high street store.
Coronavirus is not perhaps War of
The Worlds, The Day the Earth Died
Screaming or indeed The Day the
Earth Stood Still, but it is and will be
Sufficient I suspect to bring change
About from which there will be little
Sliding back. Production will come
Home from afar, our reliance upon
Ill-run factories on the other side of
The globe will diminish and inventors
And entrepreneurs young and old will
Begin to look at doing things with a
Level of novelty and originality unseen
Since The First Industrial Revolution.
For all the woes brought about by the
Coronavirus, it will end and with it will
Come a new beginning. Yes, firms will
Close and new firms will open, it is the
Way of the world, as one door closes
Another door opens. The coronavirus
May turn out to be the pruning shears
That brought us to our senses.
© Joseph G Dawson
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