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Two Meters Apart

Before this corona thing started,

no-one much minded the gap

of food banks and zero hour contracts

You never heard anyone clap

And yes, we all panicked, divided

as the shelves in the stores were stripped bare

The haves stashed some more in their pantries,

have-nots went without their fair share

But then we all had to take notice

of the starkest advice, which was sound

Stay six feet apart, horizontal

or six feet apart, underground


…this bug doesn’t care if you’re famous

with status or wealth to your name

A body, is a body, is a body

Everyone’s cells are fair game

The prince, cocooned in his castle

The lass on the till in the store

The doctor, the bin man, the banker

The guy with a 10 on his door

And while we are caught in this moment,

trapped in the here and the now

This crisis has brought us together

in so many ways, and here’s how

It’s made us appreciate people

who can’t just pop round any more

We Skype, Zoom, WhatsApp and House Party

and leave bags of food by the door

It’s brought us much closer to Nature

To bright moons, to birdsong and snails

Hedge funds are now being managed

by goats in Llandudno in Wales

And it’s made us give thanks for the small things

those green shoots that reach for the sun

A reminder that Spring can’t be locked down

and ‘life’ really does carry on




Workers who are key

All in this together


And them

And me


So when this corona thing’s over

and the safety net’s been packed away

do the ‘needy’ turn back into scroungers

on seventy pounds ESA?

Or will there be change for the better?

Will we each save a space in our heart

and remember the time we felt closer

When we all stood two metres apart

By Jo Dearden


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