‘Hello mate, you look great, do'ya fancy a pint’?
A wild get together, a street party no less,
No thought for the rules, no thought for their health.
Of lockdown, of shut down, of staying at home ...
… In a hospital bed, not too far from this pen,
Lies a friend in dire straits, who they won’t see again,
No mask is sufficient, no visor worthwhile,
Wise words on deaf ears, a soulful goodbye.
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