Lockdown?

Lockdown?

Feeling guilty when all of you can see,

That at seventy one when most at risk,

This lockdown has not much affected me.

Even my walking is still spright and brisk

I take my daily walk down to the beach,

To swim with my mistress the mighty main.

And never does anyone rise to preach,

Social distancing there to see is plain.

But look you now, no way I want to catch

This Covid nineteen killer thing-me-bobs;

For all of poetry cannot dare match,

Hearts brave plighted to their caring jobs. 

But then I read about their deaths and cry:

Oh why, dear God, oh why, oh why, oh why?