One thing our present situation has taught me, is that we all have to learn how to endure.  Some of us are better at it than others.  Some can do it without any support, and others need a helping hand or twelve.  We’re all in the same boat, and the sooner we can face up to the fact that Cyrus the Virus isn’t going to disappear any time soon, the better equipped we’ll be to face whatever the future throws at us.

To that end I’ve composed a little poem to help us all on our way …

ENDURE, BY STEVIE TURNER (copyright Stevie Turner 2020)

Keep a social distance

To add years to your existence.

How much isolation

Can you stand?

Wash your hands.


Cabin fever rife,

Couples full of strife.

Nowhere to go,

And no toilet roll.

Life ain’t grand.

Wash your hands.


Sanitiser shortage,

Can’t pay the mortgage.

Kids are fighting

But the world is uniting

To fight the disease,

It’s a little bit frightening.


People you meet

Cross the street

If they cough or sneeze

Have they got the disease?

Everyone is suspicious

Situation pernicious.

Cancel all plans.

Wash your hands.


No Paracetamol

Police on patrol

Issuing fines

For being outside.

Queues at the shops

At last they’ve stopped

That person whose goal

Is buying every toilet roll.


The virus spreads

Many thousands dead.

Medics full of courage

TV’s blanket coverage.

Boris demands

Wash your hands.

One thing we know,

Until there is a cure…



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