People ringing up, others’ calling round,

late night visits everybody’s underground.


Negative reactions to positive thought,

‘I could sort it all out if I had a little snort.’


Go out for drink and have a little chat,

Soon the conversation turns to this and that.


Talking total nonsense, what’s it really matter?

A little bit of ‘this and that’ is known to make you chatter.


A whole generation looking pale and worn,

Everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.


Nothing to get up for so why go to bed? 

It’s all or nothing, do or die, Ecstasy or dread.


Living for the moment, hear the nightmare screams,

Who cares where the time goes? Who knows what it means?


Cruising home alone, feeling newly born,

Everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.


It doesn’t know your name, or recognise your face,

It makes no distinction between your sex and race.


So you take it for a change, then ‘jack’ it for some fun,

‘Till pretty soon you realise the end has just begun.


Just what is going on in these ever-changing times?

Children chasing dreams, crossing county lines.


Walking home alone, in the early dawn,

Everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.


When I was just a kid you knew someone had died,

They always kept the curtains drawn, I often wondered why.


It’s a very strange sensation when night turns to day,

The light seems so much brighter, when death’s a kiss away.





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trevor homer

Thu 22nd Oct 2020 17:44

Paul, Tom, Ray, Keith, Greg and J.D,
I am incredibly grateful for your comments.

Bon, Julie and Stephen, thanks for the 'likes'. I am indebted to you.

These are dark times for a lot of people, which present difficulties for a whole generation in many ways.
'The Old Get Older And The Young Get Younger'. Strange to think that when Jim Morrison wrote that it meant change of a completely different kind.

Regards T.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 21st Oct 2020 22:55

I though I had left this behind...

"Just what is going on in these ever-changing times?

Children chasing dreams, crossing county lines."

Run off their tiny feet
their doom they often meet
another door to knock upon
another child sadly gone.

Knock and watch the curtains twitch
"It's the 'Rozzers" says the snitch.
I come to bring you some sad tidings
Your son we've found down by the sidings.

Not a policeman's happy lot
to watch a parent greif so wrought.

A great look at life behind the curtain Trevor.


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Wed 21st Oct 2020 17:25

Brilliant Trevor! Was going to pick out the same line as Greg, but so many belters here. Great work.

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Wed 21st Oct 2020 16:54

The genuine article as poems go Trevor. Bracing and engaging, the title really such a telling line. We all recognize subtleties and the not so subtle implications.


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keith jeffries

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:48

I could keep on reading this poem over and over again. Another splendid poem Trevor.


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Greg Freeman

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:38

One of the best Covid poems I have read, Trevor. What a strong image, the curtains drawn. And " who cares where the time goes?" A beloved song title, trashed by the pandemic.

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J.D. Bardo

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:34

each line had me wanting to read more. great!!

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