Sat around the table in the snug

Talking about this and that

And there’s beautiful blonde on tap

Jukebox banging out some glorious tunes

A few more beers yet, I’ve got the room

More banter when we nip outside

Talking to strangers, a cig or two

It’s now all just a fantasy

Something from the long-lost past

Laughing and joking with mates at the bar

Something we thought would always last

Going out now has gone up the swanny

Public socialising is just for creeps

Our only solace in these dark times

Wandering these lonely streets

Trying to think of something to do

My mind slowly turning lazy

Staring at the same four walls

Think I might be going stir crazy

Guess it must be true

I’ve got the lockdown blues.

 

I’ll try to stop watching the clock

Force a smile, pull myself together

Take another walk around the block

Listen to some more glorious tunes

Try not to drink too much

Though the temptation is great

As it proves to be a constant crutch

Monday to Friday working 9 to 5

Giving me a purpose, making me alive

Big regards to those at the coalface

And everything they do

I worry that I may be cracking up

Watching all their news

Too often tasting the bitter cup

Do other people feel like me too?

Desperate to remain positive

Wary of the negative

While led by an incompetent crew

I guess it must be true

I’ve got the lockdown blues.

 

Stuart Clark                                          16/04/2020