Fingers Crossed

 

Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst,

By this natural quirk our future is cursed.

Keep on keeping on and show your best side,

Together we’ll one day have parties outside.

 

We hide in our prison cells, watching tv,

The birds in our garden, the buds on the tree,

Our freedoms so precious now need to be lost,

As we sit here in fear, our fingers are crossed.

 

On screen and in street we make new friends

And old ones our friendships now make amends

Tragic optimism is now our best view

A new question of import: how are you?

 

Our lives once so frantic, so lonely and cold,

Are now in low gear as our loved ones we hold,

The profits or stresses aside now are tossed

As we sit here in fear, our fingers are crossed.

 

Many will die, and others will suffer,

The future’s not bright, may get even tougher,

For coming through darkness and into the light

Ripples of loss we’ll continue to fight.

 

And once a week we meet up, in porch or on street

We clap those who help, eachother we greet.

Each night on the news they’re counting the cost,

But sit here in hope and keep fingers crossed.

 

Some feel the panic, accuse and attack

And pillars of society can seem to crack

Police on the streets, we all keep away

And inside we try to live life a new way.

 

Light candles, sing songs and write out your thoughts

The virus of kindness is one we have caught,

The bars of our prisons may turn to rust

But still we hold hope, with fingers crossed.

 

The blossom this spring seems brighter and clear

And minds too are focussed on those near and dear.

Our thoughts of compassion, love strong and fair, 

Help us to give, to care and to share.

 

So open your hearts, your souls and your mind

To how we can live in this way that is kind.

In instincts of our shared love we must trust

And sit here gently, with fingers crossed.

 

M x