Not the Time for Sleep. A poem by Stephen Lyons

What a virus for us to meet
It’s origin is not so clear
We see it here upon the street
With all mankind in near defeat

And it has filled out hearts with fear
A morbid dread in every day
The pathway out is not so clear
Our future is devoid of cheer

Out of this we must find our way
And from this darkness we must creep
Look to the dawn of each new day
And make a break from this dismay

This curse is ugly, dark and deep
But we have families to keep
And now is not the time for sleep
No now is not the time for sleep


With thanks to Robert Frost for the loan of the hall. I am a chauffeur and tour guide from Dublin.

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